Soot, content that her studying had provided enough insight, set to work. Her nose down in her sketchpad scribbling away diligently. Missing the majority of Nahla’s display as she focused on drawings. The charcoal dust staining the lap and arms of her borrowed clothes. 

Finally, her work presented itself in the form of three pages of sketches. Perhaps, she thought, it might have been foolish to ‘go wide’ and create a variety of choices for her patreon. Sketches, no matter how skilled the artist, always look less impressive. But given her provided tools and time, it would have to do. Proving her range with 3 mostly finished sketches hopefully would result in more mileage than a single detailed one. Besides, ‘I can only do so much without my paints’, Soot told herself.

The first sketch was rough, she had drawn mostly accidentally. Her hand wandering while she was studying the Sultan. It was oddly delicate compared to most of her work and it lacked a lot of Soot’s signature style. There was no rope, no compromised positions, dramatic emotions, or Faithful imagery. It was simply the Sultana, leaning against a window staring sadly out into the yard. She was heavily obscured by a dress that was far too big, its folds trailing out of the frame of the image. It was a strange, pitiful depiction. Weighed down by her own clothes and looking sadly at the outside world. It may have seemed insulting to draw royalty that way, if it wasn’t that it had clearly been drawn with a lot of care.

The second sketch was a full page of the Vizier, smaller drawings in a variety of poses. In one Ruz was displayed powerfully against a web of rope. In another, the Vizier was looming over a small, coincidentally soot-shaped figure, holding the girl's hands above her head. In yet another, she stood with diligent attendants at hand and heel. The page showed that Soot had been focusing on the vizier, if not simply for how much there was, clearly trumping the effort put into the other sketches.

Lastly, a rough but telling sketch took up the third page. A recreation of the kiss between Nahla and Grace-of-Heaven. The servant girl looking down thoughtfully as their lips met in a preserved moment of awkward tension. Soot made sure the level of detail showed that she could be encouraged to forget the incident, or recreate it perfectly. Depending on her Patrons desire.

Soot leaned back, sighing contentedly and adjusting her posture. She had been paying little attention to Nahla and the Sultan at this point. So the artist sat, waiting for the strange altercation to finish. Not wanting to interrupt while she anticipated being called upon. 




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The sketch of the Sultan is meant to answer Soot's feelings on her. Mostly Pity, with a lot of 'she looks sad'
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