[After an inital exploration of the woods in the Feywilds, Alucard had realized that simple pencil and pen drawings in noteboks would not provide a full record of the place. It was among, so many other things, a riot of colors, and it felt important to capture that fact. So he had gone out to find a small set of watercolor paints and brushes (paid for with some of the honey pellet things, Alucard immediately felt his defenses rise at the idea of pieces of himself as bartering fodder) and...promptly realized he needed help.
Out of everyone he knew, it was Viktor he suspected would understand the purpose and why it wouldn't be shown to the officials of the Free Cities. If he could apply color was an unknown, but at least Viktor could look at a technical drawing (the pen lines in one of three notebooks Alucard has right now) and at least try.
The part of the woods they're in now is full of deep lapis lazuli blues and warm, impossible golds. The mist around their feet curls but never goes anywhere, and if there are creatures about, they've given the two a wide berth.
Curious, Alucard looks up from his own painting of the forest to look over Viktor's shoulder.
It is deeply weird doing this seated atop an oversized mushroom.]
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[After an inital exploration of the woods in the Feywilds, Alucard had realized that simple pencil and pen drawings in noteboks would not provide a full record of the place. It was among, so many other things, a riot of colors, and it felt important to capture that fact. So he had gone out to find a small set of watercolor paints and brushes (paid for with some of the honey pellet things, Alucard immediately felt his defenses rise at the idea of pieces of himself as bartering fodder) and...promptly realized he needed help.
Out of everyone he knew, it was Viktor he suspected would understand the purpose and why it wouldn't be shown to the officials of the Free Cities. If he could apply color was an unknown, but at least Viktor could look at a technical drawing (the pen lines in one of three notebooks Alucard has right now) and at least try.
The part of the woods they're in now is full of deep lapis lazuli blues and warm, impossible golds. The mist around their feet curls but never goes anywhere, and if there are creatures about, they've given the two a wide berth.
Curious, Alucard looks up from his own painting of the forest to look over Viktor's shoulder.
It is deeply weird doing this seated atop an oversized mushroom.]