Post by Zoltan on Aug 27, 2008 6:31:32 GMT
Trix came running as soon as she heard Zoltan's voice. The old man wasn't calling her, though: he was singing a song, softly. Bent over his worktable, or at least the table he'd currently picked as his worktable, he was applying some green coloured ink to a drawing he'd been working on for a long time. There were dragon-like creatures on it, a man with a dog, a man and woman in love, trolls, a cat, an elven sea-captain and her ship, a monk and many more things. It had nothing to do with his trade; it wasn't science, but art. They were memories.
Close to the hearth, unkindled and cold, the old apothecary set aside his pen as Trix meowed. He smiled.
"Yes," he said, "you are on it, as well, though not you're quite finished yet. One of these days I'll ask you to model for me, how does that sound?"
Trix settled at Zoltan's feet, curling up as she started to pur. The old man got up and headed for the door. He stopped, with his hand hovering near his hat on the coatrack.
"I trust you will not grow tired of your current position and head for higher ground, say for instance: my table, to continue your rest?"
Trix looked up lazily and blinked, smiling the famous cat-smile.
"Alright then."
Zoltan took his hat and opened the door.
"I'll be back before long."
(out)
Close to the hearth, unkindled and cold, the old apothecary set aside his pen as Trix meowed. He smiled.
"Yes," he said, "you are on it, as well, though not you're quite finished yet. One of these days I'll ask you to model for me, how does that sound?"
Trix settled at Zoltan's feet, curling up as she started to pur. The old man got up and headed for the door. He stopped, with his hand hovering near his hat on the coatrack.
"I trust you will not grow tired of your current position and head for higher ground, say for instance: my table, to continue your rest?"
Trix looked up lazily and blinked, smiling the famous cat-smile.
"Alright then."
Zoltan took his hat and opened the door.
"I'll be back before long."
(out)