How Beautiful Leaves Grow Old

Strelein von Rosnete · 09-12-2010, 05:45 PM

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The weather was beginning to chill lightly, though it was hard to notice with how not drastic all the weather changing was in this part of the world. Perhaps further south, there would be more dramatic weather changes, with hot summers and freezing winters. Here, the winters were freezing, and the summers cool. Yet the trees that were not evergreen, provided plenty of muse for the tailoring redhead. The color changes helped to spur his creativity, even if he was a bit on the sad side. To see leaves begin to transition slowly from vivid summer green to fall gold and then into winter brown. Thankfully, not too much was turning gold now, though it was evident the world would be golden soon.

That was why the redhead took his sketch book full of anatomically awful sketches outside into the cool breeze, cloudy skies, and changing foliage. He headed in no particular direction, though he knew his feet were taking him in familiar directions; Lunenburg. And somewhere along that path and beyond would be a shack that he would avoid for now. At least, until he could get out of his slump and be his rainbow self again. That was why he needed to go do what he did best; make clothes and nature was going to help him do it. Inspiration was everywhere, and he planned to use it. He even brought his small handful of colored pencils he had gotten from an unopened box of them in Halifax.

Nearby, a horse whickered at him, but Strelein did not pay it any mind. With all the people in the kingdom either having a horse or their significant others having one, it was not surprising to see one here and there. However, the redhead did see the horse's "owner", and he raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was a mess and he could not help but wonder why on earth she was basically coated in paint. It was not Mati, but he doubted that his friend from Crimson Dreams would be so rude as to trespass to paint when she had pretty views in her own territory. Strel cocked his head a bit, narrowing his eyes so as to try to identify the young woman. He turned his head the other way as his eyes widened back to normal at his realization.

He came up behind her, smirk plastered all over his face as his lavender eyes sparkled with mischief. "My, my, you have grown up a bit since I found you." Sketchbook in the crook of his arm, the redhead crossed his arms across his chest as he grinned. "I thought you were a regular puppy," he commented, wondering when she had transformed. Perhaps she had just been weak when he had found her and she had not transformed until she got more meat on her bones and a more comfortable place to be. Of course, she had finished growing up at the knee of the King's love. It was hard to grow up poorly when the nearest father figure was the lord of the land. Strel eyed her work from behind her, eyebrow rising again. What on earth was she painting? "Pretty colors."

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