#nerenth

Last time she wasn’t satisfied, the colors, shapes, textures. She blamed others for not delivering her needs properly. Sayge has seen countless art pieces from Aesin’s Atelier but hers was hideous, and no one could convince the Fae that this came from the same place. Where was the beauty? She couldn't seem to find it anywhere in the painting. When it arrived at her house, she tore apart the piece of paper covering her last acquisition with excitement, only for her anticipation to crumble in front of her eyes. What was this? Now, she had to visit the owner of the Atelier in person. They have met before but never for business Sayge was not completely sure how she should approach the subject with Aesin about how much she hated her art, or said more properly, how she hated what she got from her. Several days had passed since the monstrosity has leaned against her wall and it couldn't be ignored any longer, neither could she trust any of her helpers to do it for her again, visiting Aesin seemed like an obligation, or she might end up burning the piece of art. Covering the canvas with a black velvet fabric, Sayge headed to the Atelier looking for an explanation or new artwork. Visiting the Diamond territory already made the whole experience less pleasuring than she would have expected, not used to leave her faction often, she arrived feeling slightly more displeased than usual, the status of her mood justified by the unbearing thought of her indications not coming through clear. “Am I interrupting your process?" Sayge asked, walking into the illuminated gallery, her voice resonant. Barely seeing the artist's back, she came closer, with no intention to ruin what she may have been working on or to frighten her. "I came here looking for you, I have what you sent me... and to say I am confused would be an understatement."

@nerenth​

Dusk in summer is perhaps, a bit too late to visit a boutique like Aesin’s Atelier. There would be hardly enough time to fully explore the works of art housed within its walls. Not nearly enough time to appreciate the intricacies the renowned artist has spent countless hours painstakingly giving life to her creations. That is, if you are in the market for art.

Although he does have a great appreciation for art in all its forms, Sullivan can’t honestly say he’s in the market for any decor to add to his non-existent fine arts collection. He has other interests that led him uncertainly toward the shop; yet again. He’d ventured there a few times before now, each time as stealthily as if he were on some kind of reconnaissance mission. This kind of melodramatics is expected from the young man, if you know him. Certainly not the production you’d expect from an average young man who was simply trying to catch a glimpse of a young lady.

But in order to hopefully not make a fool of himself entirely, deducing which woman inside the shop was Aesin herself, came first. Theatrics aside, Sullivan had now fortified his resolve and is determined that tonight be the night he manages to formally acquaint himself with the Aesin of Aesin’s Atelier...another Ritualist, like himself.

Swallowing with some effort, he escaped the evening heat and entered the shop in question, nodding politely at the attendant in the storefront. He looked around politely, perusing the sculptures and paintings on display with genuine interest until he was approached and asked if he needed assistance. Clearing his throat softly, he finally made his intentions known.

“Might it be possible that I make an introduction to King Go?” he asked politely, arms tucked behind his back just in case the young lady tried to steal a glance at the rank on his wrist. “There is some sensitive business I’d appreciate speaking to her about, if she would dein herself to meet me for a moment,” he requested, even mustering a faint smile to ease whatever suspicions the women might feel encroaching.

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

🎀 Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?

HIATUS