Flashback Again, but with distinction.

[Quiarinox]

Fall 86th 510 AV "Beautiful, isn't it?" Meriken's voice was a low purr in her ear as she gazed at a canvas spread out on a wall depicting a scene of the inside of the Temple. It was day and Syna watched the world with her great golden eye as the couple enjoyed their second day back in Ravok after their long time spent away in Zeltiva. Quiarinox had missed Ravok and the gothic beauty of the canal-ridden city while in the seaside city of the scholars and fishermen. Quiarinox reached for Meriken's arm, looping her own into his, and leaned into his body. This was one of those rare moments she enjoyed most, especially since she lacked horns and no longer stood a whole foot taller than him under the light of her graceful moon-father. They admired the art in silence for a few minutes, their show of affection probably too much to be genuine to some people, but for all intents and purposes they truly did seem to be the gladdest of couples. Quiarinox liked to be seen on the arm of her husband, complimenting his beauty with her own softer beauty enhanced by her apparent innocence, or at least the apparent innocence of her human seeming. She expressed interest as she gazed at the painting, although she was not the artist of the two and gladly deferred to Meriken to explain his admiration of the artist's style and choice of base for their paint. She could hear his fervor for the craft he practiced most dutifully in their apartment and longed to share his adoration for it. Perhaps, she decided, she would take up painting in an effort to endear herself further to him. He would like that, she had no doubt. Meriken so often enjoyed the fine arts. "Let's look at the next one," Quiarinox said, tugging on the arm she had looped through his. He laughed and followed along, moving on to face the next image. It might not seem like they had been there long, seeing as they had only covered three pictures at this point, but they had spent a whole bell in the Studio already and even then still showed no signs of wanting to leave. It was a quiet day and they were the loudest of the people there even though they were making genuine attempts to be quiet as they cooed their praise of the next image, that of an unfamiliar city neither of them had ever heard of. OOCEh, not my best starting post for a thread. I'm sorry for the delay in getting this to you, but I hope it works as a first meeting sort of thing. Let me know if you'd like any changes! And, I'm so sorry!!!

[Amelia Cross]

Art had always been a passion for the young Cross girl. The reason behind it, probably the fact her mother thought music. From early years she was thought how to appreciate music, that was hard to understand and paintings, that where not so good. This knowledge might seem silly, but when they are combined and her eyes gaze upon the finest works of art, like the ones at the Studio of Yae Varone. She can truly understand what the beauty behind it is, scratching back layers and layers of hard work and patience.

She was lazily, yet with interest, waking alone the paintings that were hanged on the walls. She spent quite a lot of time looking at each of them, but none really caught her attention, at least not enough for her to feel emotionally touched by them. She saw the beauty behind the landscapes, the portraits and representations of the more common citizen activities. She saw the effort put in it, to make it look as some of the flowers could be just grabbed, and some of the frames used as windows to enter a new, unknown land. Yet, nothing seemed to be worth her emotions.

Until she saw a city that rang a bell in her hearth. A portrayal of something, so familiar and dear, yet distant and hatted, a painting that had no name tag to explain it’s location, just a vogue name ”Crowded, but empty”. Amelia understood the naming of the picture better than anyone else; she doubted that even the painter himself knew how accurate he had been. However, she didn’t expect to see this cities portrait, but the way they had captured its beauty, was amazing and breath taking. Even more so, that the girl knew the places that where shown, she lived there. She was so taken away by the painting, that she didn’t even notice the couple who had joined her in the observing of the painting. ”Syliras..” not thinking along her words, they escaped her lips with a sense of longing.

oocSorry, I tried my best, but a writer’s block is getting to me