Flashback Practiced Arts (Gale)

[Simpriana Whiterose]

41, Summer, 509 AV

It has been exactly three weeks since Simpriana Whiterose left her hometown of Sunberth and she was down at the fish market, doing what she did best. Simpriana smiled warmly to a woman with short, silvery hair, a sweetly wrinkled face and a bit of a stoop, giving her a hug and pulling some copper miza from her pocket as she did so. The woman looked at her oddly when Simp withdrew from the hug but Simpriana kept smiling. Spinning around once, she moved to the other side of the market, her nose wrinkling from the scent of fish. Even though she'd been here for a few days, the stench was still something that the fifteen year old had not gotten used to. She craned her neck in search of some money but she couldn't find anything. Not even copper. She'd had a good day yesterday, collecting even gold but today was not going as well. Sighing, she leaned against the side of a wooden vendor's cart, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ear. Her gaze wandering, she noticed a man sitting against a large tree with a book in his lap and a sign hung next to him. Intrigued, she crossed the path to get a better look at his sign. It read Sketches for sale. Simpriana rolled her eyes but as a young child skipped over to him and asked for a sketch, she handed him a gold miza. You can get that much for it?! Simpriana thought, her eyes wide.

Simpriana stood there for a moment, her hands in the pockets of her pale blue dress as she looked down at her brown lace-up boots that were caked with mud. She had to think. How could she get that sketch book? There had to be tens of sketches in there. Think of all of the money she could get from it! Her eyes narrowed, locked in on her target, Simpriana knew exactly what she would do. She put her hands behind her back loosely, whistling as she looked around the marketplace nonchalantly. She walked slowly, seemingly without purpose as she moved around the tree to the sign beside the man. As she worked her way to his side, Simpriana couldn't help but peek at the current sketch he was working on. It was of a flower. A beautiful flower done in black and white. It was only half-done. Pulling herself back into the moment, Simpriana reminded herself what to do next. She casually knocked an elbow against the sign which then dropped to the ground. As the man got up to hang the sign back up, he set his sketch book down on the grass in front of the tree. This was Simpriana's chance to move quickly around the tree to snatch the sketch book from the ground and tuck it under her arm with her journal. She made her way through the marketplace, disappearing into the group of people, a coy smile toying at the corners of her lips.

[Gale Austin McCenry]

Common Vani Nari Others

"Excuse ma, sa." A young girl poked the artist's shoulder. "Can I heyv one of your flawars, peas?"

Looking up from his current task, the blonde blinked agitatedly at the disturbance. "Sure. Which one?" He closed his book harshly and turned to the young girl. She tapped her lip twice with her finger before pointing to a sketch with a bundle of flowers laying on the floor. An exaggerated sigh passed his lips and he held it to her with a frown. Watching the girl run back to an older lass, she held up the picture and was handed a gold rimmed Miza. The widower's eyebrow rose with intrigue as the child ran back and stuck out her hand, offering the Miza. It had been a while since anyone paid so much for one of his pictures. With this fact lingering, the frail hand cautiously took the Miza, half expecting the apparent Grandmother to change her mind and offer a Silver or two instead. The black haired little girl grinned as the young man nodded slowly and giving a simple thank you. She skipped on back, carefree as can be, while the artist was given a frown of disapproval from the older woman. Glaring back at her, he didn't particularly care. Shoving the Miza in his pocket, the Zeltivan continued to work on his current picture.

Gale's mood and attitude hadn't been the best. Still unable to move past Hana's death, even after all these years, it was almost unbearable to even draw anymore. All his most recent sketches looked like a piece of charcoal threw up on the page. The lines were dark, shadows were smeared, and the pictures as a whole were jagged like nails scratching stone. Drawing was a way to express your feelings, everyone knew that. However, when you have too much of an emotion, especially something as strong as rage and frustration, it tends to destroy the picture more so than aiding it. As long as he got enough Mizas to pay for his room then Gale couldn't complain. Even though he did anyway.

Complain, complain, complain, whine, yell, glare, rush, scowl. That seems to sum up what the blonde had been up to.

Regretting anything he had ever done wrong, the young man was utterly oblivious to the passerbys or to his home made sign.

"Paintings and Drawings for Sale
Pre-made Pictures and Image Requests Done by Yours Truly "

It was a simple plank of wood painted white with a soft blue for the letters. Hana and he had made the small sign when they were still teen lovebirds. She never would let him forget how good he was at drawing. When her efforts to get him to sell his paintings succeeded, they made the sign to advertise. Gale never liked how it was worded, but it was Hana's choice of words and he never had the heart to change it. Especially now.

A thud made the Zeltivan jolt out of his concentration and whip around. The sign had fallen. Again. Must have been the fifth time today. He should make a better hook. Setting aside the sketchbook and standing up with a grunt, the dark blonde stooped over to snatch the sign off the ground. Reaching up and hooking it firmly, Gale even shook the branch to make sure it stayed. Thankfully it did. With a huff, he turned around to return to his pic...ture. No, no, no, no!

Realizing that his sketchbook was not where he left felt like someone had stomped on his chest. Jaw dropping and his blue eyes bigger than they ever have been, the artist was completely frozen. He couldn't register it being gone. It had to be here! There was no way it could have vanished! Gripping his backpack, he shoved things aside, this way and that, all the while breathing rapidly in terror.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Infuriated, Gale looked up with horror, praying that no one had taken it. He couldn't see anyone with it. At least not with this crowd and at this angel. Frantically, the blue eyes scanned his surroundings for a possible way of getting higher. He couldn't climb the buildings... The tree!

Gale looked up at the lowest branch. With a jump he gripped the branch, but it snapped at his weight. Falling back to his feet, the enraged blonde tossed the limb and looked for the next lowest. The one above it was thicker. It would definitely support his weight. Jumping up, his hand missed. Again. Miss. Once more, it grazed it. With a final leap, his hand firmly grasped the bark and pulled himself up with an audible grunt.

Now standing above the crowd, the Zeltivan searched for the book. It wasn't all that big of a book. It was a large crowd, being the fish market after all. Unless the person was flailing it in the air, he would never find i- There it is!

Eyes locked onto the thief, Gale spat,"Dirty vagik." The artist dropped from the branch with a distinct thud and a fairly loud 'oof'. Swinging his back pack onto his back, the widower booked it through the crowd. Well, as fast as one could when there was a million people in the way! Could people be any slower!?

[Taylani]

XP Award!

Simpriana Whiterose:

XP Award:

• +1 Larceny
• Example 2

Lore:

• Example 1
• Example 2

Notes: These are comments.




Gale McCenry:

XP Award:

• +1 business/retail
• +1 observation
• +1 detection

Lore:

• Sketch book Stolen.
• Example 2

Notes:If you feel that you should be awarded a Gold Miza from the NPC little girl please poke a ST, as I am not sure if I can award when it is a self-paid NPC. These are comments.

Comments :

There was a bit of skill here. I hope the lore satisfies. Pm me with any concern about the grade, and don’t forget to edit/delete your grade request. Thanks!.

TAYLANI