[center][h2][color=b5a0d2][b]⚘[/b]   Steffen Gravinir   [b]⚘[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
A cough brought the Ingvarr back from his subtly meditative state, enjoying both the view and also making sure the plants and flowers get to do the same to anyone who visited in the future. Turning around, he was met with another sight of pink, one not that far off from the roses he just watered earlier. It was Dame Tyaethe inquiring something about a painting. While the subject matter was quite out of the blue that it took Steffen a few seconds to register the question, her phrasing of it really drove it home to him. 

[color=b5a0d2]"...You're talking about that one, right?"[/color] He said, with a finger raised.

The prestige of the Iron Rose were hard to dispute, and thus some artistic folks would occasionally send in their work to show their gratitude, and maybe other purposes as well. A lot weren't exactly displayable, not always necessarily because of the skills of the artists. Those ones he'd gladly send a letter of appreciation for. But no, that was likely not the one Tyaethe was asking about. This one was...let's just say even Steffen, who was quite liberal with his standards of artistic expression, was a little hesitant on calling it so. He really wasn't sure what kind of thoughts and feelings that portrait was supposed to arouse to the bystanders.

[color=b5a0d2]"Yes, we did get a painting like that."[/color] A slight tint of exasperation came from Steffen. [color=b5a0d2]"And no, no one approved it. It was just there somehow."[/color] 

Seeing the Tyaethe being a bit twitchy about the sun in front of her, Steffen looked around and extended one of his arms towards a bench nearby, one where the sun is behind it instead. If the conversation were to continue, the vampire probably would like to be sitting to face the much taller Ingvarr rather than standing, not to mention the sun too - annoying for anyone facing it and not just vampires. 

[color=b5a0d2]"Dame Merilia's getting...more creative I'd say."[/color] He said, trying his best to soften his real feelings about the painting. He had seen through the hallways full of these work, and her work had always had a distinct look to it. The choice of material, the shockingly realistic brushstroke, like if someone just take a sword and cut the scenery out from reality. It wasn't hard to infer the artist once he was introduced. [color=b5a0d2]"It's in the storage if you're interested. Truth be told, I'm letting Dame Liliana decide on what to do with it, when she's free."[/color] 

[@Raineh Daze]