Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Another show?" he asked, then shrugged and nodded. "Sure. I share a building with three other people and we do a show together about every eighteen months or two years. I know Cadmus has done a solo show before, and I think Braith did some with other friends too, although not for a while. That's, er, Cadmus Urqhart and Braith Whitehead. I have one or two things at a muggle coffee shop that has some wall space but I haven't done my own show yet. I'm not far past my apprenticeship," he said and shrugged again. Aside from Susan who firmly did NOT count he'd only had a few repeat clients.
He paused, considering her for a few moments before explaining quietly. "I am doing a bit of a project at the moment, collecting words that haunt people along with descriptions of locations they associate them with. I'm going to mix and match all of the submissions and create a patchwork painting from them. If you're interested there's an anonymous collection box over to the side of the stall and a note of the instructions." His lips twitched into an encouraging sort of smile as he gestured in the appropriate direction. It was intentionally out of his sight line and placed so it might look like someone submitting was just looking over the booth.
He nodded, not sure why she might want to hide for the day. It might mean she was well known or from the losing side, which sent a small clench through his stomach, but she'd been nothing but nice to him so he resolved not to make anything of it. "There's a spell I can do to stop it smudging if you like, but it won't end with a straight Finite," he offered. It was straightforward enough he could write the spell and explain the extra downwards flick.
He glanced briefly at the price list before naming his price, knocking off a couple of sickles from the price he should have charged because he'd enjoyed their conversation too, and she'd given him some artistic license which was far more fun than what even most of the nicest children could manage. Especially if they had pushy parents. It was only him making the loss anyway since they were all recording what they did to share the small profits.