Vyra
Alone Mimi’s response, the casualness of the circumstances, it was hard to leave Vyra feeling a bit taken aback, if for no other reason than the perceived strangeness that she took of it. As an artist, it was likely something that should have been expected that artwork, whether print, a sculpture, dress, whatever so sort of medium that it were, that some pieces would come to find subsequent owners beyond the initial. That was almost an inevitability really. But the manner in which the tall woman rationalized the possibility that individuals had been gifted by her personally to then part ways with them, there was a part of Vyra that felt angry for her.
Perhaps more than anything, her envisioning herself within Mimi’s place, knowing that something like that, there was a level of preciousness to that. She had seldom few friends; her time around Blue Pegasus even leaving her wondering whether or not she had really made any friends having since arriving in Hargeon, joining up with the guild. But she knew that if she were in Mimi’s place, the idea that someone could have just easily detached themselves from a work that she had made out of care, certainly out of respect… She already had enough reasons to not trust people. She dreaded having to have found another.
The thought stuck with her, and though Vyra was able to take a bit of reassurance, projecting a bit of herself upon Mimi’s situation, she found herself hoping the same thing. Surely, most of the work that Mimi had done were still in the possession of those gifted to them. “Heh, that sounds like her,” she mused. Alisa, in the times that she and Vyra had spent together, often took to indulging to the more extreme. Not to suggest excess, but certainly the most premier option when presented with it. Applying that philosophy towards not only acquiring, but also compensating towards Mimi’s work, it was very easy to believe that. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride because of it.
But her focus foremost lay within the notebooks whose content Vyra could not help but wonder towards. Designs? Inspired schematics developed by a creative mind leagues ahead of what Vyra could have appreciated? Sketches? Not quite full concepts, but rather a taste, a brief insight to what may have been to come? Completed works? Full on ideas, fleshed out, with the detail and attention that would come of from that of an artist? The same works that would stand to produce a fortune, perhaps lead to something even greater.
Thus, she could not contain the smile that enveloped around her face as the tall gothic woman permitted the Demi-Human access towards them. Excited yet also nervous not only towards the contents within the books themselves, but also at the possibility of appearing too eager, Vyra reached with an awkward level of trepidation. Pulling out one of the books, a rather thick notebook, the thick creases in the leather spine indicative of it being opened and closed to the point of far beyond the book’s intended lifespan.
Page upon page upon page, stuffed within the hardened covers, the dimensions itself barely enough to contain it all. Vyra looked on in utter enthrallment, her eyes examining everything, every detail, each page as much of a story of its own as it was a piece to an even greater one. The window into a truly creative mind. Complete sketches, every detail one could have hoped to capture within the realms of translating art upon the page etched in. Design concepts, exhaustive in every detail, from dimensions to sizes to threads to color palettes, nothing left to fate, everything accounted for.
“They’re… they’re beautiful,” Vyra said, utterly left for a lack of words. She expected to be impressed, but this was something else entirely. Not even just the artwork within the journal, which was remarkable enough by its own right, but also how varied even similar sketches seemed to be. Even looking simply at two images that were clearly drawn out scenes, perhaps ones that Mimi happened to watch transpire and choose to put to paper, they were so utterly different in their presentation. One was prepared, as though an image that had been expected to be produced, whilst the other seemed more alive, more natural. People captured in poses and stances that would have been uncharacteristic to have been staged.
Looking up, the Demi-Human could not help but find herself viewing the woman differently. It was with a quality that seemed hard to explain entirely, but there was something there within her eyes. Envy? Fascination? Amazement? It was hard to quite put the word towards it, but having barely scanned through one of the books, Vyra realized that the talent the woman possessed before her was far greater than what she had first imagined. It only made the girl think back to the remarks Mimi had made earlier, how casually she had approached the early pitfalls, the rejections, the failures, to see it materialize into the sort of talent that could produce what were in the book within her hands, it was beyond remarkable.
“Mimi, these are incredible! I mean, these are just… It’s like you completely captured everything… It’s amazing…”
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