faderift | Painting Kirkwall [OPEN]

WHO: Dolores, And you!
WHAT: Dolores is up early, painting.
WHEN: Early in the morning.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.

The early morning is always a delight. True, it's chilly, especially on the water, and its a bit lonely and foggy, but all those little irritants just make it more special. Dolores adores watching the sun peak out over the horizon, greeting the new day, and reveling in the natural splendor of the world. There is a word for the here and now: the present, and it surely is a gift.

Dolores has taken to sitting outside the Gallows, on the landing that looks over the water toward Kirkwall. There aren't any other folk about, not as the blue-grey morning starts to bleed into a rosy sunlit day, but she doesn't seem bothered at all by the solitude. She has her paints beside her and her canvas in her hands. She is already in the process of capturing the shapes of Kirkwall across the water. They're sketched in charcoal, rough outlines of houses and districts, and waiting for the dawn to hit them so she can begin the color.

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Barnabas is also waking the docks, in a more business view, keeping in touch with the various shippers of questionable goods, the people who know how to get things from place to place without anyone asking any pressing questions. He sees Dolores by the water, and walks on over.

"Mornin Dolores! Painting again, eh? I dunno if I tell you enough, but you are damn good at it. The huge mural in the shop! Fantastic work. That a scene from your homeland, I take it?" He glances at her work in progress and then out to the waterfront. "You've got a good eye, there'll be some fantastic colors once the sun really gets up there."

"Good morning, Mr Vilm," Dolores says mechanically, her tone cheerful, and doesn't turn her attention away from her work. Her strokes are calm, even, and perfect in length as she travels down the canvas, gradually rendering the shadows of the distant buildings.

"All that's mighty kind of you to say--are you headed to the shop today?"

"Ahh, at some point. Nice thing about being my own boss, no one to tell me off for being late! People do really like your recipes, so there may be a bit of a line whenever I do get in." Barnabas leans on the boxes, looking out over the water.

"Much more relaxing, I'll tell you that...Much better than my previous job..."

"What was your previous job?" Dolores asks on reflex, her attention not straying from the canvas. Over the water the sun begins to climb up and cast a rosy light over everything.

"Pretty much same thing as I'm doing now. I worked for the Carta, a Drawven orginization. They didn't see the profit potential from the rifts though, so we're on a break now. Sorta. It's kinda complicated."

Barnabas isn't sure just how much he should tell her, but it was his own fault, talking about his last job. To be fair, it dosn't seem like she really cares one way or the other.

Dolores hangs a bit as Barnabas explains and looks over at him, as though the visual component will help her understand better. If the blank look on her face says anything, it does not.

"That...doesn't sound like much of anything to me, but I'm glad you found a job you enjoy." She pauses her work and turns to him fully. "I used to be a rancher, you know? Just like my daddy. But there aren't many ranches around these parts. I'm glad I have a new job as well."

Barnabas nods. "True enough, farming is rough work. Never really appealed to me, I'll be honest. Always liked selling things to people, and well, when you're good at something, never do it for free."

Barnabas nods at the painting. "Case in point there. You could make some decent money from your paintings. Ever think about doing something like that?"

"Oh no, I just do this for fun. I can't imagine selling them," Dolores admits and pauses as she stares at the canvas. Was it them? Where were all the others? What had happened to the other paintings she had done.

She knows she hasn't gotten rid of any but there aren't any stored in her rooms either. No, she only has the one, why would she have more than one. She hangs for a moment and then smiles as she turns back to her painting.

"I'm no good at selling things, anyway."

"Well gosh, if only you knew someone who was good at selling things, someone you already know...Oh for such a world..." Barnabas glances over at her, seeing if this reaches her. She's a clever girl, but sometimes she is a bit...literal. Odd, but everyone's a bit odd in some way.

"What I mean is, if you want, I could ask around, see if any art galleries would be intrested."

Painting Kirkwall [OPEN]

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