Lysander just wants something to believe. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} truelys) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-04-09 15:23:00 |
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Where: Scamander Wood and Stone, in Irvine
What: A commission is born!
When: Today!
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
Lysander worked hard, if crazily. He was a bit on the wilder side, with moods that slid from one zenith to the other, and ideas that never quite remained where he put them. But he was very, very good at woodworking and sculpting, and this brought people in to see him and to buy presents quite often. He had a small store, where he displayed some of his works, as well as supplies for other sculptors and woodworkers.
Today he was idly carving a plane as he watched the store, thinking about what to do next.
A woman stepped inside. She was blonde, and wore aviator glasses, jeans, and a button up white shirt. She looked like she didn’t belong among wood, anyway.
But she had a purpose, here!
Lysander Scamander did enjoy his work, and when he glanced at her, he smiled, eyes wide. “Welcome, madame, and feel free to look around. Can I help you find anything specific?” His voice was low and rumbling like that of some Barry White clone, but with a high note running through it.
“Not sure. Just kind of looking around.” She wasn’t sure what Jess would like. “I kind of hope something catches my eye.”
“Then look, for sure, and just tell me if you would like any assistance.” He smiled at her, eyes kindly and warm.
“Just hoping to find a gift for someone. She likes complex things.”
Lysander smiled, hmming. “Complex, as in complicated, or complex as in of interesting and possibly confusing manufacture?” He pointed to a row where he had carved some things entirely of wood, all of one piece. Some of them were extremely intricate, suich as a tree that flowed into a woman with no breaks in lines.
“Both.” She walked over to the row he indicated, and looked at the various carvings. She decided against the spider one. “I want something that symbolizes positive change.”
“Hmmm. Each person sees change differently. Are you trying to make a point or state a hope?” He came out from behind the counter and peered at some carvings, then snapped his fingers and led the way to a sculpture.It showed a woman in a policeman’s outfit climbing out of the head of a young girl who was asleep on her pillow.
“State a hope.” She wouldn’t go into more detail than that. She fingered the sculpture and smiled. “I love it.”
“If it works for you, good, if not, I could make something new, if you like?” He smiled to her, eyes warm if a little wide. “I do have some small experience making new pieces.” He chuckled.
“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” She had some ideas, but she didn’t want to make this a huge thing.
Lysander chuckled. “Miss, I am a sculptor and woodcrafter. Doing my job is not being troubled. If you wish a commission, I will be most glad to make it.’
“I like the concept but...” She chewed her lip. “How about symbolically overcoming cancer?”
Lysander nodded and grabbed a pencil and paper then started sketching. What emerged was a woman standing over a crab, cheeks darkened as if she had just endured something that took a lot of energy, and looking strong and triumphant.
“How’s that?” He turned it to her to show her.
“...how much?”
“That depends on whether you want it done in wood or stone, and whether you want color, or plain material.” He nodded. He was not trying to get more money, just trying to make sure he did right by her.
“Stone and color? What holds color better?” For this price didn’t matter. Neither did weight. She could lift it easily.
“This stone here, is the best. It’s a new kind imported and dug up deep, but cheap. “ He showed her a slightly off white stone block he had out, then a smaller intricately painted girl with seven veils whirling around her.
“And how big would you like it?”
Carol grinned. “Twenty-four inches. Big enough to be prominent, but not absurdly huge.”
Lysander grinned back. “Very well. I can do that.” He named her a price that was high, but not for handmade art, and definitely not for that size. Lysander never cared much about money. As long as he could run his shop, he was happy.
“Deal?” He stuck out his hand to her.
“Deal.” She shook his hand, eyes gleaming happily.
Lysander couldn’t help but smile back and they shook. Done and done. “I’ll start tonight. You will have a wonderful present for your person.” He would do his best work!
Fin!