Snippet #1994798

Emerson Caldwell

The book snapped shut and Emerson's view was severed as Savant started and looked behind him frantically. Emerson laughed at his reaction and swung into a chair next to his pal. "Pfff, I was just admiring your work, Monsieur Degas." He threw out the first famous artist's name that came to mind. "You know, it's not often that one of us common scribblers gets to view such fine art in its most raw form." He spoke lightly leaning over to watch the effortless scratches take shape into beautiful women.

"I saw something peculiar earlier. I'm not sure if it was there all along or the couple took it from somewhere." He was obviously referring to the subject of his sketches. "What or how do you think they looked like?"

Emerson focussed on the ring, squinted at it searching his memory for anything. "You know, I've never stared at the painting that closely before. I really don't know if I've ever seen that before," he indicated to the ring," but I'm sure that big BOOK OF MAGUS GREX might be able to tell us something about the painting, if you're really that curious." Emerson wondered why Sav was so dreamy today, as in head in the clouds dreamy, he understood that Sav was artist and far more observant than himself, but it was the first night and he going on about the subjects of the painting like he'd been struck with inspiration or something. Whatever caused Sav's sudden interest must have caught Em as well as he had another idea.

"Oh, another much cooler way to get intel on paintings and stuff is to ask the other paintings! They gossip about each other all the time. You wouldn't believe what a portrait of a Navajo medicine man told me about Lady Durante, well I don't speak Navajo so I don't really know what he said, but I'm sure it was nasty. He smirked and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.