» she saw the pictures and painted them

[thenormalsquint]

Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.



On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.

Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:

ART DONE BY PARIS TRAINED ARTIST – 6 SHEKELS EACH PORTRAIT

She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:

NUDES ARE WELCOME. 1 MARK.

And in even smaller letters:

PLEASE HELP ME NOT STARVE. SUPPORT THE ARTS!

And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:

Please? I don't want to do death masks anymore. ):

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[rhinemaid]

In between one moment and the next, there's a neat dressing room screen - old-fashioned, it's probably modelled on something she had in Italy - and Ilde gives Angela a patient, querying look. "Like that. Is that good?"

...well, she does tend to go off into her own world in the middle of conversations, but at least this time she had a relevant point.

[thenormalsquint]

Angela's rendered speechless--a rare event, really--at the miraculous appearance of a screen. Apparently this woman wants her to answer a question and all Angela can do is blink and stammer out, "Um... sure... whatever you want. Okay..."

[rhinemaid]

Ilde, pausing, looks mildly apologetic; she's not oblivious, and she didn't intend for that to be as startling and out there as it evidently was. "Sorry- I just thought, since Mog Hill can be a bit conservative, it might be more practical-?"

[thenormalsquint]

Startling might not be the exact word Angela would use. Maybe unexpected is a better term? Either way, it's Angela who's looking apologetic. After all, she thought she was used to things like this by now.

"No, I just didn't expect... that to pop up out of nowhere."

[rhinemaid]

"It's not really there," Ilde says, but she's relaxing again now it's evident that there isn't a problem - and unbuttoning, yes. The cooler weather isn't really a problem for her, physiologically speaking, though she imagines most people are not going to be interested in taking their clothes off outdoors as the chill sets in the air. "Illusions just make life easier sometimes."

...yes, that they do.

[thenormalsquint]

Excuse Angela's curiosity as she reaches out and pokes a finger at the screen, only to have her hand touch nothing but air. It looks solid, but doesn't feel that way and honestly, it tickles Angela far too much.

"What are you, a magician? Witch?" she asks, still poking. "I used to be a magician's assistant, but his illusions were just me distracting the audience while he did a bait and switch."

[rhinemaid]

"A faerie," she supplies, rolling her stockings down. (Tights would've been much more of a pain for this, she decides, briefly.) "Like Wagner's rhinemaidens, from the river." Not this river, admittedly; she thinks of the Arno, usually, though the ultimate origins of her nature are a bit more Germanic than Italian. "I can make that feel more solid, but as long as it looks it-" A shrug.

[thenormalsquint]

"Woglinde, Wellgunde, and Flosshilde," Angela murmurs, vaguely remembering the opera and what she's read of it. "So nothing like a mermaid?"

As for the covering illusion, Angela finally pulls her hand back, rubbing her fingers together as if she expected some kind of residue to be there. "No, it's really more for your comfort. I don't care about nudity."

[rhinemaid]

"A little like a mermaid," she admits, "but not from the ocean." Veering off in the other direction without so much as a pause to change gears, she says, "I find most people in Baedal don't share my feelings on nudity. I just err on the side of not being arrested for public indecency."

She's not entirely sure that's a thing in Baedal, but given how many pearls get clutched when she's just in the river with her tail sometimes- it seems wise not to chance it.

[thenormalsquint]

"And without the tail." As far as Angela can see right now, but she's under the illusion (ha ha) that this is this woman's regular form.

"Most don't, and that's a shame, really. They're too busy looking at the body as a sexual object, rather than an object of beauty and power."

[rhinemaid]

As Ilde settles herself into a pose she can hold - dressing and undressing by riverside has made her incredibly efficient about both, and it never takes her long to shed clothes unless she has a reason - she observes, "In the river, when I do have a tail, people are still mostly more alarmed by my breasts. They're not even that big."

Insightful commentary.

[thenormalsquint]

"They're fine," Angela replies, turning back to her easel. "Not all of the breasts in the world have to be the type to knock out their owners." Perhaps she wasn't looking for commiseration on bra size, but Angela has had her moments where she compares hers to other women's and then drops the thought after realizing puberty is long over and this is the best she's going to get.

"So is this an illusion?" Meaning Ilde's current appearance naked or not.

[rhinemaid]

"Mostly- it's what I'd look like if I were human, sort of." Angela's already noticed she's a little more vivid than she should be; she could fix that, she's perfectly capable, but her illusion isn't about hiding and she genuinely quite likes the effect. "I could make them look larger- I could probably make them bigger, I shapeshift - but it's better to be more streamlined in the water, for speed and agility with the current."

She doesn't need tits getting in her way when she's fighting in the water, for instance.

[thenormalsquint]

No, not fixing needed. Angela likes it herself. It's a pleasant change from the normal dreariness of the general environment of Baedal.

"Your boobs are fine. Leave them alone." She says this as if she's talking about Ilde's hairstayle she's currently drawing instead of her more personal body parts. Goodness.