01-21-2008, 11:18 AM
Melisande began to prepare her tool. The needle wasn't frightening or long like the syringes she always imagined when someone said the word "needle". Instead, it was much like a little sewing needle attached to a big handle. He asked her a nervous question, and she gave him a comforting smile. "Of course. Relax." She shook his left arm a little, until he relaxed the tense muscles, and then she began. She tried to make the process go by as quickly as possible, holding up the drawing occasionally just to make sure that everything was absolutely perfect. This wasn't eraseable, after all.