[He watches her quietly for a long moment, then studies the sketches, comparing the two. Even though hers is small, he can see the differences already- the movement, the flow of each line, the way it's drawn. He's never drawn anything in motion before, only by memory, a moment frozen in time. Like drawing a statue, still and lifeless. It could be detailed and beautiful and still just as dead inside.
So that's why...
Closing his eyes briefly, he glances over at the nearest cherry tree, its branches blowing in the breeze. It has a life to it, even though the tree itself isn't moving about. Like the spirits of this place, it has colour, energy, force. Like fonons, there's a flow in all things.
Fonons... why didn't that occur to him before? Since childhood he's learned to feel the flow of life through everything- himself, his surroundings, his enemies. This place, and the people here, may not have the same exact cells, but they have an energy to them much like the fonons he's used to. All he needs to do, instead of using the fonons he observes to create a glyph, is to create an image instead.
And then not blow it up. ...Right. Focusing silently, he lifts a piece of charcoal and begins to draw.]
[Action] noooo /awesomeface
So that's why...
Closing his eyes briefly, he glances over at the nearest cherry tree, its branches blowing in the breeze. It has a life to it, even though the tree itself isn't moving about. Like the spirits of this place, it has colour, energy, force. Like fonons, there's a flow in all things.
Fonons... why didn't that occur to him before? Since childhood he's learned to feel the flow of life through everything- himself, his surroundings, his enemies. This place, and the people here, may not have the same exact cells, but they have an energy to them much like the fonons he's used to. All he needs to do, instead of using the fonons he observes to create a glyph, is to create an image instead.
And then not blow it up. ...Right. Focusing silently, he lifts a piece of charcoal and begins to draw.]