Of Artists and Pirates

[Miarta]

Miarta was sitting in the back corner of the cantina. She was clad in her usual solid black, long sleeve gown that just barely brushed the floor when she stood. The dress accentuated her figure nicely, drawing attention to her double d sized breasts and slim waist. It flowed nice off of her hips and down to the ground. She also wore a pair of simple black gloves, black knee high boots, and a hooded black cloak. She currently had the hood up, casting her features into a deep shadow. She was hunched over a very old-fashion sketchbook, sketching the cantina around her. Ever since Josh had vanished, she had become a travelling artist, leaving the Jedi behind with no plans of every returning. She longed for a more exciting lifestyle, but for now this would have to do.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Solan slid into the booth and was watching the rest of the cantina while he sat there, not even noticing as he had slid into the same booth as Miarta. He wore something alot more normal, in one hand his violin case and his saber hidden in his jacket while he sat there with his arms sitting in his lap. "Hmm... looks like i lost him." He said to himself, eyes fixed on the door.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta glanced up and mumbled a greeting to the man who had apparently decided to join her. She then returned to her drawing,adding in the new addition since it was a drawing of the cantina from her view out of the booth. The new arrival would take up alot of the left side of the page as he was closer and so now somewhat framed the view around her. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Nope, looks like a gone, hey sir, what are you having for a drink?" He glanced over for a moment, not noticing that the he was a she and shrugging as she answered or not. Either way his eyes remained on the door, his pale blue eyes focusing on the arch of the door and waiting until someone came through, expecting someone to come through.

 

[Miarta]

"First of all, I'm a girl. And, I just asked them to give me the most alcoholic thing they could find," she growled, a little pissed at being referred to as a male. Then again, she was dressed like a pool of shadows, it's kinda hard to tell someone's gender when they're clad in black and sitting in a dark room. She looked up briefly to study her new companion, memorizing his features and transferring them to the page in front of her. She had them all perfect, after all it's what she was now paid to do, though no one had commissioned this drawing, it just gave her something to do aside from drink herself to death. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Well i apologize, but you really need to pick better clothing miss, as all i see is a cloaked figure drawing in a notebook and getting drunk off cheap drinks in a cantina with a bunch of lowlifes... this includes myself by the way." He glanced at her with a raised brow and studied the mass of dark clothing, wondering what he would see with the hood down.

 

[Miarta]

"I find people react much better when I'm dressed in this fashion," she replied, now shading in the man in her drawing since she finished drawing in the basic details. She took a sip of her drink and studied him for a few moments before nodding and changing a small detail on her sketch. The way her view was the drawing version of Solan looked like he had a dancer on his shoulder, due to the position of things behind him. [member="Solan Charr"]