[ It is a fascinating little contraption! If they ever go on sale, Trahearne might even get one for himself. Quicker and more useful than sketching things himself, if anything.
The image appearing on the paper, however, steals his breath from him. It shows Trahearne and a human man, messy black hair partially pulled back, dressed in a sleek adventuring outfit. They sit side by side underneath a starry night sky, silhouettes of distant mountains and nearby evergreen trees blotching out parts of the curtain of night. The only source of light is the small fire that burns before them, over which sits a small pot, steam rising from it. A huge grin graces the man's face, as though he laughs at his own joke, and Trahearne's mouth is twisted in a lopsided smile.
After a moment of silence, the real Trahearne tentatively lifts his gaze to look at Beatrix, gauging whatever reaction she might have. But he ultimately looks back down at it; the flush is still over his face. He doesn't know what to say. ]
It is not, no. [ What he ultimately says is not a very helpful addition. ] This...is an image of a recent dream I had. I...
[ He can't find words. So he reaches to scratch at his ear instead. ]
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The image appearing on the paper, however, steals his breath from him. It shows Trahearne and a human man, messy black hair partially pulled back, dressed in a sleek adventuring outfit. They sit side by side underneath a starry night sky, silhouettes of distant mountains and nearby evergreen trees blotching out parts of the curtain of night. The only source of light is the small fire that burns before them, over which sits a small pot, steam rising from it. A huge grin graces the man's face, as though he laughs at his own joke, and Trahearne's mouth is twisted in a lopsided smile.
After a moment of silence, the real Trahearne tentatively lifts his gaze to look at Beatrix, gauging whatever reaction she might have. But he ultimately looks back down at it; the flush is still over his face. He doesn't know what to say. ]
It is not, no. [ What he ultimately says is not a very helpful addition. ] This...is an image of a recent dream I had. I...
[ He can't find words. So he reaches to scratch at his ear instead. ]