12-10-2011, 04:19 AM
Merlin smiled with relief that she liked his offer. When she explained that she'd be going back to where ever she kept the clothes, Merlin waited, still against the tree and with his arm wrapped around himself.
When she returned, she brought a pile of assorted cloths and furs. He smiled again, welcoming her return. "Thank you; wait her while I go get the payment." He pushed himself away from the tree and rushed back, following the faint footprints in the snow that he had made earlier. He was far from the cave, which wasn't too much of a surprise, the morning had been brutal and going far from home wasn't a good idea.
He quickly scurried over to the single wooded chest he found and kept as storage for all of his artworks and his music box. He dug through all of the practise paintings until he got to the real artwork.
First he got out the painting he did on the beach, it was clean, and the paper was straight and unharmed by wrinkles. He placed it down before picking out the next one, it was one he did of the forest entrance, looking outside of his cave, it was his second proudest work, and he used real paint for the colours and shadings. Then he got out the one he was most proud of, it was the view from the top of the cliff just above his cave home. He spent two days up there working on this painting so that it was top quality. He used to look at it for inspiration before starting another painting. He took out a few more less genuine paintings just in case and finally dug his way to the music box, sitting at the bottom of the chest. He gentle opened it to check for flaws or broken parts, but was relieved to find it still intact from when he found it. He turned it over to its base and twisted the small metal bar that produced its music. It slowly played a soft tune, ringing gently in Merlin's ears. He closed the box and placed it, and all of the chosen paintings in a leather pack. He then jumped to his feet, feeling slightly warmer because of the running, and rushed back to the she-wolf.
He smiled at her and placed down his pack and unravelled its contents. He placed the paintings gently in a row for her to choose from and then placed the music box behind them. "What do you think? Any here that are worth trade?"
When she returned, she brought a pile of assorted cloths and furs. He smiled again, welcoming her return. "Thank you; wait her while I go get the payment." He pushed himself away from the tree and rushed back, following the faint footprints in the snow that he had made earlier. He was far from the cave, which wasn't too much of a surprise, the morning had been brutal and going far from home wasn't a good idea.
He quickly scurried over to the single wooded chest he found and kept as storage for all of his artworks and his music box. He dug through all of the practise paintings until he got to the real artwork.
First he got out the painting he did on the beach, it was clean, and the paper was straight and unharmed by wrinkles. He placed it down before picking out the next one, it was one he did of the forest entrance, looking outside of his cave, it was his second proudest work, and he used real paint for the colours and shadings. Then he got out the one he was most proud of, it was the view from the top of the cliff just above his cave home. He spent two days up there working on this painting so that it was top quality. He used to look at it for inspiration before starting another painting. He took out a few more less genuine paintings just in case and finally dug his way to the music box, sitting at the bottom of the chest. He gentle opened it to check for flaws or broken parts, but was relieved to find it still intact from when he found it. He turned it over to its base and twisted the small metal bar that produced its music. It slowly played a soft tune, ringing gently in Merlin's ears. He closed the box and placed it, and all of the chosen paintings in a leather pack. He then jumped to his feet, feeling slightly warmer because of the running, and rushed back to the she-wolf.
He smiled at her and placed down his pack and unravelled its contents. He placed the paintings gently in a row for her to choose from and then placed the music box behind them. "What do you think? Any here that are worth trade?"