Backscene Who: Darrian Anner, Davin Athirus When: ~9:32 Dragon Where: Denerim Alienage What: Young elves being...young. Rating: Fine for all.
Darrian sat cross-legged in the dirt behind some bushes, mostly hidden from view, feeling lazy. It was a lovely day, the sun shining brightly with not a single cloud marring the expanse of the azure sky, and the warmth was like a soft balm on his skin, welcome after a rather cold night with inadequate shelter. Even more importantly, he’d gotten lucky with his purse lifting recently, and for once, his hunger had abated somewhat. Even if just for a few hours, it was a welcome respite.
He leaned back against the wall, staring down at the parchment in his lap. His fingers were dark with the charcoal he was using to sketch, light deft strokes quickly turning into a defined cheekbone, the curve of a lip, a raised eyebrow. The parchment was littered with sketches, or parts of them. Maeve was there, drawn from memory because she wasn’t around today. The lips of the shopkeeper’s daughter; the withered, tired hands of the beggar on the corner; Konrad’s laughing eyes, also from memory; the face of a child who had played close to the bushes a few hours earlier; a holy symbol at the neck of the Denerim Chanter; a dagger Dolain had stolen last week…the list went on and on, some simple sketches, others in fine detail.
The boy paused as a soft meow diverted his attention. A thin, mangy cat with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen was eyeing him from between the bushes. Darrian stared for a second, before smiling and holding out a hand gently. “Here, kitty,” he said softly, and the cat approached cautiously, letting him scratch its head, purring contentedly, before curling up next to him. Darrian stroked her for a while longer with one hand, her fur surprisingly soft despite the grime, while his other hand continued sketching, working on immortalizing the little creature at his feet on parchment.