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Post by Greenie on Jan 13, 2008 22:52:16 GMT -5
 It was Vessatha's day off work, and since she'd managed to escape from Harlequinn's claws (somehow..) she decided she'd take a jaunt down to the park. Despite being moderately pregnant, she moved just as fast as she had before, but she was only roughly five months in, so her swollen belly had yet to really effect her yet. Though the odd cravings were a tad awkward, especially when she was at work. Aderlass tended to look at her funny when she asked if they had any deep fried brussel sprouts, even if they were really really good. Nevertheless, she'd just stuffed herself on crackers and cheesey soy beans, so hopefully wouldn't need to eat again for another, well, ten minutes or so. It was enough to escape to the park! The ferret set off at a happy little disjointed trot, and after a few minutes arrived at the park she'd spent her first week in the city at. No one seemed to be around, but that was forgiveable considering it was midday, and most people were doing productive things. A few mothers and nannies were around with their children.. but she was soon going to have enough of that, so skirted around them. After a few moments she came across the bench she'd met Quinn at... and glared at it. Stupid Quinn, getting her pregnant, of all the bloody things to do. So instead of sitting on the bench like her sore feet wanted, she kicked some dirt at it, and went and sat next to a pretty bush nearby and glared at it some more. It was all the stupid bench's fault, that was what it was. |
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Post by marri on Jan 13, 2008 23:12:48 GMT -5
 Marvin liked the grass. It was comfortable. And the park was interesting. There were lots of fun things to sketch. Children were always good for something entertaining, for instance. Draw what you see, he knew, but he liked to see fascinating or beautiful things. And here he saw lots of them! He didn't have to go to the museum to work today, since they were doing a private event that night and the people who hired the space brought their own workers. Of course his boss and some other higher ups were supervising, but he had free time to spend. And what better way to do that then paint? He'd brought a blanket and a picnic, and of course art supplies. He'd settled himself in the middle of the field and set about drawing whatever he could. So far he had promising sketches of a fox child sailing a boat on the pond and a toddler picking flowers with a serious expression. Expressions were important. They were the focus of the picture. And there was such variety! Sometimes it got too much for him, and he took what refuge he could, but the park was a safe enough spot, surrounded by joy and carefree energy. After he'd discarded two more sketches as being 'overly fluffy,' he took a break to eat some seeds. Getting permission from parents/caretakers/the children was tiring enough as it was. But as he ate, his eyes were drawn to a ten of spades on the bench. There was something unusual about the ferret..... As soon as he realized, he bustled over, his feathers bristling with excitement. "Excuse me! Ma'am, excuse me? Oh, I was wondering if you would possibly allow me to paint you? It would be such an honor! I've never painted a pregnant portrait before, it would be a wonderful challenge... please, do say you'll let me?" |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 13, 2008 23:20:35 GMT -5
Sadly, due to Vessatha's pregnant nature, she had a nice habit of falling asleep randomly, usually for no more than ten minutes. Some people make call that narcolepsy, but she just called it having annoying children residing in her stomach. Blasting little leeches, stealing her precious energy!
So when Marvin approached her, she didn't notice at first, having fallen into a light sleep. His hurried footsteps woke her up enough to cause her to open one eye.. which caused her to open the other one and gain a horrified expression. Strange bird approaching, strange bird approaching! The ferret pushed herself back against the bush, but it wasn't very comfortable, so she didn't get too far before he was right in front of her, bright red stripes and all.
(Seriously, what was with the strange colored stripes? Couldn't they all just have normal colors?)
Then, of all the preposterous things, he asked to paint her. Vessa was freaked out enough that he approached her in the first place, but quickly became annoyed when he mentioned the word pregnant. It wasn't a state the Forester appreciated being in, and she really didn't like people pointing it out, as obsurd as that sounded. The ferret almost wanted people to pretend she wasn't pregnant and just think she was fat.
Unfortunately, being fat was worse than being pregnant, because she had to work to stop being fat, and the whole pregnant dealy went away in another four months all on it's own. (Nevermind the whole kids-stay-around-thing.) Vessatha scowled at him. "You want to forever immortalize my horrible, energy-stealing, craving-inducing and paw-bloating state on paper, complete with color and everything?" She paused for emphasis, though her sarcastic tone was probably enough on it's own, "Why in bloody hell would you want do to that?"
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Post by marri on Jan 13, 2008 23:44:27 GMT -5
"Because it's beautiful!" Marvin sighed. Clearly she did not fully appreciate the wonder that was happening to her... but that was all right. He would explain it to her, and hopefully she would let him 'immortalize' her. "Pregnancy is a wonderful thing! You look so lovely, all glowing and feminine. I simply wanted to capture that quality for others to admire and envy." He smiled, as well as anyone with a beak can. "Don't worry. No artist, believing his subject to be beautiful, could paint anything other than a flattering portrait."
He moved to the side so she could see his blanket on the grass. "If you'd care to join me, I've got food and drinks with my art supplies. You are welcome to help yourself while I sketch, if you care to. The raspberries are particularly good." Marvin admitted to himself that this might be a bit manipulative, as his sister had been an utter pushover for food when she was pregnant, but... what wouldn't he do to capture such beauty?
He sized her up mentally. Good lines, unusual coloring for her markings... yes, she would make an elegant subject. He was already planning poses in his mind. Oh, he did hope this worked out. Challenges were what made his world go round.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 14, 2008 23:19:02 GMT -5
"It's beautiful? What are you, nuts?" Vessatha responded in scorn. She stared at her disdended belly for a few moments, then looked back up with a confounded expression. How was looking like you swallowed a watermelon beautiful?
"Glowy. Feminine." Vessatha repeated, slowly, watching him like she would a crazy person, as if she was waiting for a hint of sudden movement to bolt. "Right."
But wait! There was mention of food, and where there was food, there was Vessatha. The ferret's ears pirked up a bit, despite her efforts to remain neutral in the face of such an exciting prospect. The Kahmdener waged an inner war with herself.. that she lost, of course. "Alright. Fine. Whatever. Just give me the food and be done with it."
Vessatha scowled, but picked herself up and moved over to the blanket, where she grabbed the nearest raspberry and chewed it, albeit moderately suspiciously.
She would eat it, but she would be watching him while she ate it, damnit!
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