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A Convergence of Lines
By: guest161 Date: June 11, 2018, 5:10 pm
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[sub]In Character Date & Time: Wednesday, 18th November UUY 1,
approximately 4 PM[/sub]
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The cloud cover that had been so blissfully absent over Snowdin
around midday had started to creep back in as the afternoon wore
on, bringing with it patches of shadow as the golden daystar
cast its rays across the silvery shapes. The cover was by no
means thick as of yet, but it was enough to hide portions of the
ceiling stalactites high above the large cavern that housed much
of the wintry province, including the cozy but bustling city.
The air was cold as ever, but still largely pleasant as days in
Snowdin went, with only slow, intermittent breezes disturbing
the dry chill as the weather front languidly moved in with a
promise of snow come the evening.
Below these celestial phenomena, the frosty villa was abuzz with
life as the residents here went about their daily business. For
some it may have been shopping, others leisure, and still others
some type of professional work. Of course now that school was
out for the day all manner of that younger generation could be
seen mingling with the rest; a few made mad dashes for home or
elsewhere, others wove a more leisurely path from school to
their destination, and some even took the time to stop and savor
the snowflakes covering everything in several inches of white.
Of course the various parks throughout Snowdin Town were a
favored spot of many to spend their leisure time, even if it was
just to get a little fresh air on the way from one point to
another along the various pathways kept clear by the city’s
staff. One in particular found itself rather fervently abuzz
today with the sounds of children’s laughter reverberating
across its expanse along with the odd yap or cry from pets
mundane and mystical being walked or exercised throughout it. It
was well maintained with a great many recreational facilities
such as swing sets, slides, carousels, seesaws, climbing bars,
and hanging structures, many of those being actively utilized by
the various youth – and occasionally guardians – roaming the
snowy field of fun.
Monsters of all shapes, sizes, and ages could be seen everywhere
one looked, but perhaps one in particular stood out among the
crowds as he picked his way through the park with an ageless
dignity and grace. He wasn’t particularly tall, nor was he
particularly short, but the dusky-skinned monster had a quietly
potent sort of presence to him that seemed to cause others to
defer to him almost without thinking about it. It was by no
means forceful, rather it was a gentle, almost grandfatherly air
of wisdom even as he smiled to those he encountered along his
ambling way with his masterfully crafted walking cane. Perhaps
such an air of experience was aided by his neatly kempt but
flowing white hair and beard, the former pulled back into a
ponytail at the nape of his neck. It might’ve been his well
tailored clothing too, with his flowing white blouse,
double-breasted black vest with copper buttons, matching dress
slacks, or the elegantly draped black cloak with subtle filigree
patterns laid over his svelte shoulders.
Of course it might have just been the ancient wisdom glistening
within those indigo eyes as they lay behind a pair of silver
half-moon spectacles, his features ones that were likely
considered devilishly handsome in this man’s youth, though the
subtle signs of aging still held an attraction too for most of
the minor wrinkles were those born out of smiling. His features
were certainly humanoid, but the dusky skin with a bluish
undertone, small silvery horns peeking out from his crown, and
the pointed ears were all keen giveaways to the fact that he was
definitely not a member of the race above.
This monster of seemingly advanced experience seemed content to
roam the walkways for a period of time, taking in the sights and
sounds for himself along with any other more mystical senses,
but eventually something – or more aptly someone – seemed to
catch his attention more strongly than the rest. It was enough
to prompt the grandfatherly figure to meander from the cleared
pathways and into the less trampled snow toward a rather small
monster sitting on a large tree stump with sketchpad in hand,
clearly drawing from the plethora of inspiration flocking all
around her. It was a curiosity, for her size was quite petite
but the way she worked with her pencil seemed to suggest at
least a modicum of experience with it.
“Nice day for a sketch, isn’t it?” the man hummed in a convivial
baritone before turning about to take a seat on the large stump
beside her to the left, though still with plenty of personal
space between them since the stump was of a quite ancient tree.
“I was never any good at it myself, but I once knew someone who
made rather beautiful things in her time with such tools,” he
asserted rather fondly as he planted his cane in the snow
between his legs, hands folded over the top of it. “It’s nice to
see young folk who still have a passion for it though; seems
like far too many are busy consuming instead of creating.”
A soft chuckle rippled up from the man, his gaze turning toward
the dainty werewolf beside him with a warm smile and humor in
his eyes. “But I doubt you came here to hear an old man wax
nostalgic about the past or lecture about the future, nor be so
rude as to not introduce himself properly. I’m Essidyn, but if
you like you may call me Sid. May I have the pleasure of your
acquaintance miss?”
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Re: A Convergence of Lines
By: CorbinEllefson Date: June 11, 2018, 6:30 pm
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Jess jumped slightly, not thinking that anyone would talk to her
but then she shook her head, recollecting her thoughts and set
her sketching supplies next to her on the stump she was sitting
on. "Sorry, I was not expecting anyone to talk to me. And don't
worry about it, I love to meet new people. And I find any day or
where a great thing to sketch about; everything is beautiful in
its own way. And you might not be good at art but there is
always something you're good at. And I'm Jess." Jess gave Sid a
sweet smile and offered him her hand for a friendly shake.
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Re: A Convergence of Lines
By: guest161 Date: June 11, 2018, 7:57 pm
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The wise-looking monster offered the girl a smile that was
apologetic as he startled Jess from her thoughts with his
greeting. It certainly hadn’t been his intent to sneak up on
her, but he suspected that perhaps she had simply been so lost
in the flow of work that she had missed his frontal approach.
“Apologies for startling you, my dear. But meeting new people
can be quite fun, can’t it?” Essidyn agreed with a sage smile,
following with a rich chuckle. “You never know what you might
get.”
Listening to her thoughts regarding the opportune time or place
to sketch earned an approving smile from the elder, particularly
since she seemed to have a rather positive outlook on the
abilities of others even if they might not be amazing at a
particular skill. It rather reminded Essidyn of someone that had
once been very dear to him. “You’re quite correct, young lady;
we all have something we excel at, we just have to find it.”
Seeing her outstretched hand, the dusky-skinned monster reached
over with his right to take her hand firmly but gracefully in
his, showing just a pleasant strength in the friendly gesture.
“As it is nice to meet you, Jess.”
After that brief but appropriately long handshake, the
white-haired man withdrew his hand to lay them both back atop
his cane, looking out to the people still milling to and fro in
front of them along the path and farther out in the distance on
various equipment. “Of course, an aged man such as myself has
learned the value of those old relationships as well,” he
reflected idly, a shifting of his cloak soon revealing that the
monster had two pairs of angelic white wings hidden beneath it
as he gave them a good stretch straight out behind him, feathers
quivering softly at the fullest extension. “But in the end, both
the old and the new have their places in the order of things,
like cogs in a clock,” the winged one summarized as he completed
the stretch and folded his wings against his back, a couple of
quick tugs adjusting his cloak to conceal them once more.
“Wouldn’t you agree?”
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Re: A Convergence of Lines
By: CorbinEllefson Date: June 11, 2018, 8:12 pm
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Jess nodded then looked at the cavern's ceiling with its light
scattering of clouds and the translucent blue atmosphere that
only partially simulated the Surface sky. "It really is the
perfect day for a sketch." Jess looked back to her art then
looked at Sid. "I used to love drawing bird wings when I was
five or four. Wanna see the drawings?"
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Re: A Convergence of Lines
By: guest161 Date: June 12, 2018, 8:07 pm
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Having been glancing the werewolf’s way as he made his query,
Essidyn did see the young girl nod in answer to it, though it
was mildly disappointing that she had nothing further to add
from her own experiences. Conversations weren’t supposed to be
so one sided, after all. He supposed that she might simply be
too young and lacking in experience to think of any
contributions she deemed meaningful, but the elderly monster
hoped that perhaps he could draw something more from her before
their impromptu meeting was done.
“Yes, the weather has held quite nicely,” Essidyn affirmed with
a brief nod, though the wind picked up in a short gust that
after ruffled through his long but neatly kept hair as it
passed, making a few snowdrifts dance on its currents before
settling back down again. It seemed likely that dusk would bring
familiar snows with it again, but that didn’t bother the
slightly wizened man at all.
At her own question his head tilted, indigo eyes filled with
curiosity at the added details behind it. Though all his guesses
to her age were just that, he had an inkling that she was at
least several years older than four or five – particularly to be
out here on her own – and thus it made the fact she still had
what were presumably quite old sketches with her both intriguing
and mildly baffling. Still, he was curious enough to bite and
see what the budding young artist had been like in her early
doodling, the question likely inspired by his idle stretch. “I’d
be delighted to, my dear. Wings are quite complex things; I
imagine you found them quite difficult at that age,” he supposed
thoughtfully while waiting for her to manifest those promised
pages.
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