frayedgirl (frayedgirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-07 02:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, clary fray |
Who: Clary and Anna
What: Painting
Where: The Institute
When: Early June
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Clary was stood enjoying the sunshine while she waited for Anna to arrive at the Institute. She was leaning against the wall out the front of the building which, to outsiders like Anna, looked like a ramshackle church in need of demolition. Clary knew she’d have to wait outside for her new friend to arrive since she would have to get her to see past the glamour magic put in place on the building. It wasn’t always easy, but with a bit of guidance most people could do it.
Anna came to the address that Clary had given her, but she was a little confused as she drove up. It didn’t look like the kind of place that a person would live. Wasn’t she supposed to be going to Clary’s house? Then she parked, breaking into a grin as she caught sight of her friend, and climbed out of the car. “Hey!” She waved. “I thought we were meeting at your place?”
“Hey,” Clary smiled and pushed away from the wall she’d been leaning on and put her phone in her pocket. “This is where I live,” she grinned, placing her arm around Anna’s shoulders and turning to face the building. “You remember I told you about the Marks I use on my skin that aren’t quite tattoos? Well, it’s all part of the magic from my world. So tell me, what do you see in front of you?” she asked, gesturing to the derelict building in front of them.
“Ummmm.” Anna turned to look. The place didn’t look like much. Anna’s head cocked to the side as she stared, but really, nothing else came forward. “It looks like an old church. One in serious need of repair.” She said, and broke into a grin. “Tell me this is some kind of awesome magic thing!”
Clary grinned at Anna. “It’s some kind of awesome magic thing. It’s called glamour magic. Now, I need you to look deeper than what you see at first. As if there is a layer of paint over what you’re seeing and you can...wipe it away to see what’s underneath,” she explained, waving her hand over the image of the church in front of them. She figured it was a good bet that Anna had the Sight what with everything that happened in their town.
“Wow!” Anna was so into it. She loved magic. Even though in her Dreams it was a little weird, she was a big fan of it in this world. “Okay, I’ll give it a go. I’m not like… magical.” Then she turned to stare at the church, trying to see something… more. Trying to see something other than what she could actually see.
“That's ok, I figure with the amount of weird stuff that happens around here people have the ability to see it. Just relax your mind, don't try to hard,” Clary explained, putting her hands on Anna’s shoulders.
Anna took a deep breath and exhaled, mentally going back to all the yoga classes she’d ever taken. She stared at the church and tried to clear her mind. “I see… I don’t know. It’s… changing?”
“Yeah? That’s perfect, just keep relaxing your mind,” Clary said soothingly, trying not to get too excited. She gave it another minute to work completely and then started to lead Anna forward to the building’s entrance. “Come on, this is going to be great! I’ve got a whole room just for playing around with paint, chalks, pencils, whatever you want really!”
“I can’t wait to see the art supplies!” Anna said, following her friend into the house. “I mean, this whole day has been an adventure so far.” She smiled warmly, moving with Clary into the place.
Clary pulled Anna into the Institute, its high vaulted ceilings and stone work gave the place the look of a cathedral or some really old university building from England. “It’s going to be great! I don’t get to show many people this place and I only officially moved in a few weeks ago so you’re basically the first ‘outsider’ to see it all,” she told her, leading the way up to the art room.
When they got there, there was an easel to one side with some oil painted demon from the time the Rift was opened drawn on it. There were two empty easels to one side and paints, chalks and pencils spread across a long table on one side of the room. The main feature was the large bay window overlooking the city skyline which gave a spectacular view. “Well, here we are, what do you think?”
“Wow.” Anna was really impressed with the whole thing. She stared around once they were inside--this was not how she thought the place would look. Then she followed Clary into the art room and grinned brightly. “Maybe I should turn Stefan’s old room into an art room! Then we could paint at my house!”
“I mean, this place is amazing.” Anna grinned at her friend. “Are we gonna make art together?”
“Yeah, of course we are! We can do whatever you want to do!” Clary grinned in response as she gestured for Anna to have a look at the supplies. “Have you ever done art before?”
“Well, I had to take a couple of introductory classes, since it’s part of my major… but I’m not very good at anything I’ve tried. What’s your favorite kind of art to make?” Anna asked. She was really game for anything. Except possibly figure drawing. She always felt bad when her figures looked more like misshapen balloon animals than people.
“That’s ok, don’t count anything out just yet, it can takes ages for people to figure out what they’re good at and what their style is. I like sketching personally, but I’ve played with water colours, oils, chalks,” Clary shrugged. “I’ve not experimented much with things like collage, photography or ceramics. And while I appreciate the whole digital side of art I don’t get on with it myself. I much prefer to have the the actual results in front of me, y’know? Guess I’m just old fashioned,” she laughed, picking up a brush and a pencil. “What would you like to try first?” she asked.
Anna laughed. “Does paint by numbers or coloring books count as making art?” She asked, playfully. Then she picked up a brush, too. “Maybe we can paint something together?”
“Depends how good it is,” Clary winked at her. “Sounds perfect, let’s get started,” she grinned, moving to stand at one side of an easel. This was going to be a fun day.”