[New Court] Madame Jefferson's Visual Arts

[BlueberryKitty]

By Kour'el Kha'Serith

The rather small little house had a quaint air about it, like a cottage by a lake. However it was near no lake, though the Riparian Falls were visable from the large bay window in the front. A flower garden that looked meticulously cared for was in the front yard, each flower positioned in such a way that it either complimented the ones next to it or in other spots, contrasted sharply. The only other thing in the yard was a sign that had been driven into the ground. The sign, carrying the image of a few paint brushes and a pallete on the corners simply read. Madame Jefferson's Visual Arts in flowing script as neat as the garden. A stone path lead up to the house's porch and from there it was a few steps across to the door.

Inside the house, the main floor had been changed into one large room. The base colour of its walls was a creamy, buttery yellow. Paintings covered the walls Some were canvases, set up on stands on shelves in the back, some were framed pieces and others were massive murals depicting dragons, merfolk and other assorted races of Telath frolicking around and going about their brighteningly business. All of the works however were dominated by a large fresco of Audrey de Lylles, the artist's name was inscribed in the right hand corner. It had been done from a similar portrait the artist had come across, having been unlucky enough to never lay eyes on the empress herself. Besides the various works littering the room, there where shelves and carts every where, brimming with neat stacks of canvas, paper, palettes, brushes, jars of paint, linseed oil and bits and pieces used to make colleges, containers holding wet clay and sliph to mold, in the corner stacked neatly were pieces of wood and stone to turn into sculptures. It was an artist's paradise. Two things that remained of the original first floor was a kitchen, with sink and cabinents. The sink was to wash out brushes, or wash off hands that got dirty. Messiness was sometimes the sign of brilliance but it wasn't nice to walk around dripping paint and clay. A row of pegs near this area held a bunch of smocks and other old bits of clothing to protect those that didn't have a similar set from ruining potentially clean or good clothing. There were also glasses and a teapot for those that got thristy.

The one presence in the woman was a woman working on one of her many projects. Madame Jefferson, transplanted here from Tirisfal. She had brought her trade with her, hoping to gain more students in a place where more than just simple farmers resided. Tall, with curly black hair, Janine Jefferson was more handsome than beautiful, with tanned skin, dark eyes and a nose that while not perfectly shaped had a character all of it's own. When she spoke it was with a accent that could only be Jaedaxiene. " Serale and welcome to my maison. May I help you?"