For a moment the poses almost match; the painted version of GwenaΓ«lle glances back over her shoulder at the artist, and the physical one half-turns as well, having apparently decided to brazen this out as if nothing that's happening right now is at all out of the usual.
"Not really," she sighs. "I've had this thing sitting here for weeks, I've been trying to decide if I should have it finished or not. Well; I suppose it was finished," and the artist paid handsomely for his work, "but it was painted before I had any of these scars," one hand smoothing down her torso, around her hip, following the line of a slash that's not impossible to catch the shadow of through her robe.
The scarring is extensive. It would be more accurate. Maybe it wouldn't be as nice a picture, though.
She wrinkles her nose, turning properly, a little laugh in her voice - "I don't even know what I'm going to do with it either way, now. You must be the Thane. Is that the title I use? In conversation?"
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"Not really," she sighs. "I've had this thing sitting here for weeks, I've been trying to decide if I should have it finished or not. Well; I suppose it was finished," and the artist paid handsomely for his work, "but it was painted before I had any of these scars," one hand smoothing down her torso, around her hip, following the line of a slash that's not impossible to catch the shadow of through her robe.
The scarring is extensive. It would be more accurate. Maybe it wouldn't be as nice a picture, though.
She wrinkles her nose, turning properly, a little laugh in her voice - "I don't even know what I'm going to do with it either way, now. You must be the Thane. Is that the title I use? In conversation?"