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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert is in his normal back corner of the bar. It was pouring rain when he finished in the forge for the day, so he came here instead of going out into the woods. He is surrounded by paper, and the odd ruler, and he is drawing something with precision on one sheet - only to finish it, shake his head and toss it away, before taking a new piece and starting again. 

This looks like it has been going on for some time, and may continue the rest of the day. And possibly night. A distraction before his hand falls off would perhaps be welcome.



[OOC: Open UNTIL THE END OF TIME. Or next Wednesday. Whichever comes first. <3

ETA: YOU FABULOUS PEOPLE. *flings love at* I must crash, but it's been a blast. Am around all day tomorrow to continue. <3]

Comments

[ostro_goth]

"Something that captures his nature and temper, as well as his size and proportions," Teja says. "Something typical."

[never_shall_yield]

He thinks for a span of seconds, then nods.

'Yes. I can do this.'

He can probably do it now, without seeing the horse at all. But there, it is a commission, and he will do it the proper way insofar as he understands what that is.

'You will have it tomorrow.'

[ostro_goth]

"Thank you," Teja says. "I should leave you to your work now."

[never_shall_yield]

'Do.'

He has been distracted long enough.

'I will see you at the forge in the morning. You may collect the picture from the bar at sundown tomorrow. Good evening, monsieur.'

[ostro_goth]

"Good evening, Javert," Teja says; he nods to him, then wanders off, the three drawings in his hand.-