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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony flushed pink at his compliment. She knew it would be bad manners for him not have said something nice - but he sounded so sincere, and his comment was more specific than a generic pleasantry really needed to be. "They're not good enough for that yet," she said, correcting him as gently as she knew how. "I'm actually apprenticed under the same artist Mr Thomas apprenticed under - Braith Whitehead..." She paused, to see if the name would mean anything to him. "I've only been there a few months, the full apprenticeship is two years." One of Bryony's greatest fears was that her mother would find a way to remove her from Towpath Studios and Braith's instruction before her time was up, but of course she didn't mention that.

"They're only sketches," she said, tone almost apologetic. She almost added that she preferred landscapes - that she was better at landscapes, but feared it might sound as if she were bragging, especially as he'd already complimented the work he could see. It was rare to see anyone so entranced by her work - except Marcus - and she smiled a little, until he turned the page to a particularly hurried and unfinished sketch. "Not that one," she said quickly. The lines were far more jagged than anything else in the book, the sketch begun in a moment of high emotion and then quickly abandoned. Fortunately, the face was still featureless and there was no way anyone could recognise that the narrow shoulders and waist were those of her eldest sister. She lifted a hand to point to a small cross in the bottom corner. "I've marked the ones I wouldn't want to give away. I hope that's alright."