Cassandra
Raven Tail
My prince for eternity...~
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Post by Cassandra on Jul 13, 2013 6:11:46 GMT -5
That night, although she had promised herself that she would sleep, as soon as she entered her studio apartment Cassandra began hard at work. She set out her easel and paints, beginning to paint numerous small canvases that she had lying around. Her art supplies were literally endless, and she had more than enough to keep herself occupied until the morning when the market would arrive and she should hopefully see Alduin again. Emphasis on the ‘hopefully’… she was still a little unsure of his intentions and strange behaviour, how he would say one thing and seem to counteract it entirely by saying something else. The young man was certainly conflicted, while she was rather straightforward; she had a huge crush on him.
She focused on her painting, feeling more inspired now than ever before. She painted beautiful landscapes, of cities at night time, of the countryside during the day. She painted an unknown portrait of a stunning angel with her wings spread wide with arms reaching out to the front of the painting, and she wasn’t entirely sure who she was depicting. In numerous of her works, she often painted a strange angel whom she imagined to be her mother, but she didn’t truly know. Perhaps it was a guardian angel of sorts, but she wasn’t sure. She finished her painting spree at 6am in the morning and quickly packed all of her utensils away before deciding that it was time for her to get dressed in preparation for the day. She left the final painting on the easel to dry, which was a dark canvas filled with bright, intricately made fireworks, spelling out the words ‘Colourful nights’.
The orange-haired young lady quickly showered to freshen herself up, stepping out smelling of her characteristic scents like cinnamon and other musky undertones. While drying her long locks, she padded through to the master bedroom, her bedroom, with the beautiful four poster bed that she rarely slept in. She sorted through her great amount of clothing, and finally picked out a casual artist’s smock dress that reached her knees, coloured sky blue, and a pair of heeled ankle boots that elevated her to 5’7”, as was her characteristic style of footwear. She braided the side bangs of her orange locks and pinned them at the back of her head using a few hair grips, and secured a red beret at a jaunty angle atop her head. She was going for an ‘artistic chic’ look, and thus far, she was pulling it off rather well. Although the smock dress she was wearing was characteristically baggy, it was fitted at the bodice and accentuated what few curves she had while the skirt billowed out. It was splattered with numerous paints, whites, blacks, reds, greens, golds, you name it and the colours was most likely on it. She did use this smock for painting an awful lot, so it made sense that it was so covered in paint.
After grabbing a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast, she tidied around the main living space of her apartment and gathered up the great amount of paintings she was going to take to the market. She carefully packed the canvases into two large shoulder bags, separating each painting with a protective layer of material to avoid the paints running together. She locked up after herself as she left her apartment, carefully going down the numerous steps until she was out on the street. From her home, it was only around the corner to the town’s main square where the market was held every three days.
Vendors were dutifully setting up their stalls, with two in particular leaving her room to squeeze in for her own little stall to flog her works. One was a woman selling hand-crafted jewellery, and the other was an old man selling freshly grown fruit. Both were very nice people, and they almost always bought a painting or two from Cassandra… perhaps out of pity. “Good morning.” She greeted them brightly, yet in that soft manner of speaking she kept. They greeted her in return, moving some of their extra things aside for her to set up shop between them. Her stall was no more than numerous easels set up with the paintings propped up on them, and a seat that she sat on. Very low-maintenance. Now that she was here, all she had to do was wait and wonder about whether Alduin would actually show up…
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