70 of Fall 506 AV Sabe sat in deep concentration bent over her paper and let her brush move with grace and flow, like water moving fluidly yet with power. Careful to get every line right from the beginning Sabe moved slowly though not to slowly, after all you couldn't erase ink once you had drawn with it, this in itself was hard for her as she lacked a lot of the patience many of her Konti sisters possessed. Her motif was the South Tower, the beautiful white tower said to be the goddess Rak'keli's home when she was in Mura, Sabe sat in the middle of the garden to add an extra touch to her impression of the tower. The garden in itself was a breathtaking sight, well kept and beautiful it was truly a worthy dedication to Rak'keli, full of flowers that broke off nicely to green and silvery bushes. The tower was built with the same stone as all of Mura were and it shone brightly in the sunlight. Looking up from her drawing Sabe examined the structure for her next brush stroke, though she was aiming for a simple style, with little details while still clearly showing what the motive had been. It was at times like this she wished she used colours more often in her drawings as to capture the South Tower skilfully with colours would be amazing though Sabe loved the simple yet elegant and beautiful stile of ink paintings. Gazing down again at her drawing the young Konti gripped the wooden brush with slender fingers and dipped the brush in the black ink and proceeded to put down some more lines. The real goal for this style wasn't to capture the exact look of the object you're drawing but its soul, instead of concentrating fully on getting every single line perfectly correct it is more important to show a sense of life and feeling in your drawing. Though that was easier said than done. Sabe's hardest obstacle in this art style was just to give her drawings life. What felt like several bells later Sabe straightened up, her back ached from her tense and slightly bent over position, as long as she could remember Sabe had never been able to sit correctly. She always started hunching over as she lost herself in concentration and had to deal with aching back and fingers as she always tensed up her hands and arms as well. She spread out her drawing beside her on the bench to dry Sabe proceeded to whistle, she'd been practising and had gotten relatively good at making melodic sounds that attracted small birds to sing with her. Soon enough the beautiful song of a robin followed Sabe's own whistling, entering a duet with the Konti. Sabe often fed the birds around Mura even in summer and always tried to have seeds with her, today too she had a pocket with a mixture of seeds, grabbing a small handful she spread a few on the ground and held the rest in her open palm. A small light grey bird with darker feathers on his back fluttered down to the ground and picked at the seeds before showing off his brilliant red chest as it looked up at the Konti stretching out a pale hand. Their robin stared at her white black eyes as if measuring her danger level before it then flew up and snatched some seeds from her open palm, it happened so fast the Sabe only felt the sharp claws of the bird for a short second before it sat on the bench as far away from her as possible. Sitting completely still Sabe started whistling a melody as close as she could manage to how the robin sounded, not so close but it wasn't as crude as her tries ten years ago. Cocking its head to its side the robin seemed to listen to her, then it broke out into its musical song taking over whenever Sabe quieted down and stood quiet on thin legs when Sabe whistled, sometimes it sang a duet with the Konti as well. From what she had learned robin's where quite social birds on the White Isle where they were not hunted by the Konti people and it was relatively easy to get a robin tame enough to eat from ones hand. After eating some more seeds from her hand the robin flew off into the garden continuing its song from a branch, hidden from sight. Turning to her painting again Sabe felt gently on it and found the sun had helped dried the ink faster than normal, sending a thankful thought to Syna for the warm glow off the sun. Rolling the paper into a tube she picked up her brush and inkpot, having no pockets on her dress nor did she have a bag with her she had suffice with carrying them. While initially intending to go home when done Sabe decided against it, a sudden urge to visit the South Tower, a place for honouring Rak'keli and inner contemplation, came over her. As she entered the cathedral like tower the tranquil atmosphere lulled her into peace, any worries forgotten, the sweet and calming scent of incense wafted through the open room further adding to the peaceful air inside. The walls ware the same white stone as the outside but glittered in the warm sunlight sneaking its way inside through the many windows high above, like it was sprinkled with diamonds, though it was more likely some kind of sea shells or pearls that had been crushed and mixed with the stone by the Konti who built the Opal Temple from the beginning. Green lines and patterns of leaves and plants decorated the walls, showing the connection to nature and all living the Konti race seemed to share. A beautifully coloured statue of Rak'keli stood in the centre, an altar with incense at its foot. The goddess winged snakes, her Raknivas, formed the legs for the altar, their wings and scales an ornate silver, breaking off against the all the white. Walking up to the altar Sabe lit an incense before kneeling, putting her painting and brush on the marble floor, her deep green dress spreading over the floor around her, contrasting against the pale floor. Taking deep breath, closing her sea green eyes, she soaked herself in the calm air and the aromatic smell filling the room, sending a prayer to Rak'keli she then let herself just sit in peace, thinking about nothing in particular. |