Beauty lies within

aneleth:

Aneleth looked up, she was so enthralled with the inside of this new mineral she had hardly noticed the lady had risen from her seat. “My uncle did. He was an excellent craftsmen capable of making life like bustes. I usually only do animals, the detail is less integrate and its a bit easier. But I would not mind trying.” She stood as well and blushed “but only of you promise not to mind if I do not succeed. I cannot promise to have it perfect the first time around.” Then Aneleth tilted her head and smiled graciously “but I would very much love to try!” her voice had a higher pitch and a slight tremmor as she held out her hand to lead the lady away from prying eyes.

Celebrian took the woman’s hand with a slightly apologetic smile, hoping that her discomfort did not come off as rudeness. “Judging by what I have seen so far, I think it will be beautiful, however it comes out.”

The tent they had emereged from was not very far into the camp, and Celebrian took the lead to direct them back the way they had came, the only way she knew to her own small camp. “I understand that it might be difficult with only one small drawing to make a carving of him, so for that I apologise,” she said warmly. Although they were still a little distance from where her men awaited her, she could hear the gentle murmur of their voices and what sounded like meat spitting over a fire. “Did you learn your trade from your uncle, Analeth?”