| Saturday: February 9, 2008 |
[08 Sep 2009|07:56pm] |
Who: Rosalinda & Zane
When: Afternoon
Where: Art Wing, Arts & Trade Enclave.
What: Making friends and poking fun at each other.
“Don’t make fun of it!” Rosalinda cried, playfully pushing at Zane’s arm. “It does not look like a vulture!” She gestured futilely at her not-so-grand attempt to make decorative pottery. “It’s a vase with spouts and handles! Not a vulture! If I wanted to make an animal, I would have taken up taxidermy—not art!”
Rosalinda and Zane were in the Art Wing of the Arts and Trade Enclave. They started out working apart from each other on separate projects, but they began talking somewhere in the middle of it all. Few people were there today, and the silence grew boring and monotonous very quick. Soon enough the two of them were giving each other pointers on what to do. Rosalinda was making something for herself, and Zane had been making something for his wife—a lovely lady Rosalinda didn’t have the pleasure of meeting yet, but she sounded wonderful according to Zane’s description. She ought to have been, or he probably wouldn’t have married her.
She was feeling sad for her vase, but she couldn’t stop the laughter either. Rosalinda brought a hand to her mouth and shook her head. “It is not that bad, it’s not,” she said adamantly, trying to find a sliver of pride in her creation. Rosalinda gestured at Zane’s creation, purposefully picking on his after he had made fun of hers. “Yours isn’t any better!” she declared stoutly as she crossed her arms. “It looks more like Medusa’s head.”
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