Maxwell's eyebrows jumped, face lighting in surprise and pleasure. It wasn't often he came across a fellow lover of the trade.
"Me too," he grinned. "I don't have my sketchbook on me, but any time, I'd be happy to talk shop. Mines are a favorite of mine - I like the colors." The rainbow came with a flush of pride of being able to bottle them all so well, and watching them go off in such a nice cascade. "But the bread and butter is really detail work--"
He set down the arrow and stone, and reached for his bow, leaning against his far side. Pulling it up into his lap, he turned it out to show Metaari the work he'd done.
The bow was pale wood, with statement detailing on the limbs in sweeping, smooth lines, like feathers. More work was in progress, delicate filigree started on one side, waiting for its mirror on the other.
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"Me too," he grinned. "I don't have my sketchbook on me, but any time, I'd be happy to talk shop. Mines are a favorite of mine - I like the colors." The rainbow came with a flush of pride of being able to bottle them all so well, and watching them go off in such a nice cascade. "But the bread and butter is really detail work--"
He set down the arrow and stone, and reached for his bow, leaning against his far side. Pulling it up into his lap, he turned it out to show Metaari the work he'd done.
The bow was pale wood, with statement detailing on the limbs in sweeping, smooth lines, like feathers. More work was in progress, delicate filigree started on one side, waiting for its mirror on the other.