[ He hesitates, eying her. It's tempting--perhaps even instinctive--to refuse. Back off, retreat into something more solitary. Go back to passing out food or fresh clothes. But he thinks that would be too sharp, too close to something he doesn't want to touch.
Okay. Breathe.
He nods just once, curtly, and pulls the little sketchpad out from his jacket pocket. Paper isn't a thing in these parts, but there are ways around that. Wrappers and other bits of detritus that can be pressed flat and made to serve. The food carts have to serve their wares in something. He flips past the old sketches, portraits and landscapes and other, stranger designs, until he gets to a fresh page. Then he holds his hand out over the page, palm down, and exhales.
Okay.
His clothes are thick enough to hide most of the glow, but there's no mistaking the way the ink suddenly appears on the page, how the lines spider out to form a larger design. He draws the first thing that comes into his mind, which is a face. Another portrait, a man rendered in strong lines to match the shape his jaw. The nose that's been broken more than once, the face that reminded Ephemera of mountains; battered by time and the elements, but unyielding at the core.
It's not the first time he's drawn Maine, but it's the first time in this world. ]
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Okay. Breathe.
He nods just once, curtly, and pulls the little sketchpad out from his jacket pocket. Paper isn't a thing in these parts, but there are ways around that. Wrappers and other bits of detritus that can be pressed flat and made to serve. The food carts have to serve their wares in something. He flips past the old sketches, portraits and landscapes and other, stranger designs, until he gets to a fresh page. Then he holds his hand out over the page, palm down, and exhales.
Okay.
His clothes are thick enough to hide most of the glow, but there's no mistaking the way the ink suddenly appears on the page, how the lines spider out to form a larger design. He draws the first thing that comes into his mind, which is a face. Another portrait, a man rendered in strong lines to match the shape his jaw. The nose that's been broken more than once, the face that reminded Ephemera of mountains; battered by time and the elements, but unyielding at the core.
It's not the first time he's drawn Maine, but it's the first time in this world. ]