Early spring, 510
Trista got more than a little uncomfortable if she went more than a day or two without working on her art. So this morning, she had resolved to start a drawing as soon as she got back from breakfast.
The fish here were different from the ones she was used to, smaller and more timid. Akvatari were rare enough here that they weren't as wary of her as they were around Abura, but she had to catch several in order to feel sufficiently full.
At any rate, having dispensed with her culinary activities, Trista cleared a space in front of her and opened her pad. Next to it, she placed a sheet of paper that contained one of her sketches from Mura. The sketch was barely more than an outline, but she wanted to have it to aid her so that she didn't have to work completely from memory.
She started with a medium-hard pencil, one light enough to be easily erased later, but not so hard that it would permanently scratch the paper. With a practiced hand, she did the first rough placement of the figures. There was only one person in the composition, a Konti, framed on either side by antique-looking columns. She was taking some liberties by including them -- they were really more the style one might see in Zeltiva's Old Quarter -- but strict realism wasn't the goal of this drawing.