**Chelea**

Chelea smiled at ^bright woman^ as she dumped her dishes off, but 
couldn't keep the wince off her face at the audacity of her outfit.  
What she wouldn't give to get her hands on some nice cloth, a needle, 
and just sew her an eye pleasing ensemble.

Chelea's curiousity was aroused as ^bright woman^ dragged her to an 
almost empty table.  Her fingers twitched with longing as ^bright woman^ 
pulled paper and graphite.  She watched with interest as ^bright woman^ 
scribbled on the paper.  She looked at the paper once the young woman 
had turned it towards her and was completely baffled.  It looked like 
the same odd scribbles that were in the slot on her door, but they made 
no picture that she could see.  She looked up at ^bright woman^, 
question in her eyes.

The eye sore woman stared intently at her, almost as if she was angry.  
Chelea thought back, trying to remember if she'd done anything ^bright 
woman^ might find offensive.  

Chelea flinched as ^bright woman^ suddenly slammed her hands on the 
table and stood up, the vibration causing her palms to tingle.

Wondering if the constant onslaught of clashing colors had done 
something to ^bright woman^, she watched her pick up and put away the 
beautiful paper warily.  She regarded the offered hand skeptically, 
wondering if this was such a good idea.

Hesitantly she placed her hand in ^bright woman's^, it couldn't be too 
bad with her smiling like that.  She was tugged to her feet and dragged 
along like an obediant puppy, with ^bright woman^ flashing smiles every 
once and a while.

The walked into ^bright woman's^ room, which was made evident by the 
piles of brilliant clothes scattered haphazardly around the room.  
^bright woman^ scooped up the kitten, and gestured for Chelea to come 
in.

She watched with amusement as the exuberantly dressed young woman dove 
into her trunk and pulled out numerous sketch books before sitting on 
the bed.  Curious, Chelea sat down beside her. 

A picture of a horse was suddenly dropped in her lap and ^bright woman^ 
scrawled something on it.  More of those funny scribbles.  She watched, 
bewildered, as ^bright woman^ tapped the scribbled and the horse as if 
trying to say they were equal or connected somehow.  She was so intent 
on examining the two drawings that she hardly noticed when ^bright 
woman^ started going through another sketch book.

She almost jumped when ^bright woman^ squeezed her arm.  In her lap was 
a self portrait with more of those funny, narrow pictures.  She did the 
tapping between the two again, her mouth moving.  Chelea looked for a 
bit, but then turned back to the horse picture, totally confused.

She looked at the narrow squiggles and the horse and frowned intently.  
Maybe if she simplified the drawing... the funny things sure weren't 
very complicated, not shaded or anything.  She tried to visualize it in 
her head, but kept loosing the picture.  She needed to put it on paper.

Chelea looked up at ^bright woman^ again, held up her hand, and made as 
if she was drawing on her palm.  She smiled and retrieved some sheets of 
paper from her purple backpack and handed over the graphite.  Chelea 
immediately brought her legs up, crossed them and sat on her feet, 
getting comfortable.  Using the pad for a table, she carefully copied 
the funny scrawl onto the top of her page.

Absently sucking on her bottom lip, she started drawing the horse in its 
simplest shapes; ovals, triangles, circles, rectangles, refering back to 
the original drawing every so often.  She compared the funny squiggles 
and the drawing and decided to go simpler.

She got rid of depth all together, rectangle legs became lines, the body 
an oval, the neck a line, the tail a squiggle and the head another oval.  
She considered it for a while, then added little arrows between the legs 
that reminded her they could be brought down to just two lines.  
Satisfied that her horse was as simple as it was going to get, she 
started on the funny things.  

The miniature drawings within the whole thing were broken down into 
their single parts, much the same way she had done with the horse, until 
all she had were fragments, lines and curves.  This she could work with.

She fiddled with them, trying to arrange them to look as much like her 
stick horse as she possibly could.  On her second try she got it, or as 
close as she was going to get it.  It didn't quite match up right, but 
you could tell what it was.  She added some directional arrows to help 
clarify what she was trying to show, though she herself wasn't all 
together sure.  Then she added some quick, cute confused faces in the 
corners and held it out to ^bright woman^, wondering what she'd make of 
it.

While ^bright woman^ considered, she turned her attention back to the 
rest of her paper.  She started to sketch, letting the picture form 
itself in quick, randomly placed, but sure strokes.  She had so many 
things she wanted to put down on paper, as if that in some way made them 
all real.

^auburn mustache man's^ face started taking rough shape and her strokes 
became faster.  She forgot about ^bright woman^ entirely, totally 
absorbed in completing what she now knew was her picture.  She shaded 
with her thumb and nearly broke her tip off darkening various objects, 
but it was mearly a dance done only with her hands and her eyes, and she 
never broke her own personal rhythm.

After an endless moment of intense cocentration, it was done and she 
paused, making sure the scene was as she remembered it.  She added a bit 
more to the pool of blood around his head, and added a light stroke to 
help define his nose.  Again she cosidered and found it as correct as 
she could make it in black and white.  She signed it with a lonely tear 
and brushed it off her lap.  It floated lazily to the floor, momentarily 
forgotten, as she attacked her next and last piece of paper.

Chelea randomly through some light long stroked down and started to 
sketch around them.  Nebavri appeared at the bottom, curled around her 
original undefined lines.  Those lines became the remains of her 
dragon's shell, into which she started sketching a different scene 
entirely.

The death of ^golden boy^ or Rivirn's mother and his reaction to it 
rested in there, along with ^stallion^ kicking somebody's brains out 
their ear, and any other gory bit she remembered of that day.  She 
absently scraped her nail against the graphite, trying to sharpen the 
tip a little.

Her battle scene was small but not as detailed as she would have liked.  
still, it looked incomplete.  She added a single arch over the shell, 
and then turned it into a sunset.  Along the bottom, where Nebavri was, 
she added a grassy, peaceful plain.

The she remembered she wasn't alone and looked up at ^bright woman^, 
embarassed at her inattention to her friend.
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NRPG: I figured Carlynee would let her sketch.. It wouldn't have taken 
her really long for either, but more on the second one.

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Chelea and Nebavri

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