Abaigeal

Making careful note of the other party members she followed along. Whether she was truly invited or not was not of consequence. Rather the young lass was rather humorous, paired with the crimson haired beauty they were more than enough to keep her interest. After all the Miqo'te lass had said to follow as long as she could keep up. And that she shallâ¦especially if she stayed behind the woman in question. As if her shoes were not already the object of envy, the delicate step and gentle curvature of the rose headed lass's hips as she glided over the cobble stone was more than appealing. The closer they moved to the fence Abaigeal noted that there was another miqo'teâ¦a male. His tail was freed from it binding which caused her to blink in confusion. "Ah have to ask ladâ¦why have yer tail bound as ye do? It seems a bit foolish to try and hide one true self? " She tilted her head curiously as her emerald hues danced over his form. He seemed to fiddle with his arm of sorts. It was hard to tell but she could have sworn she had caught a glimpse or two of what looked like ânoâshe was mistakenâ¦but the way he rubbed his arm. "Pains there love?" She quirked a brow in concern. Her attention however was drawn away as the rest of the party collected to join a ash blond who seemed extremely bemused by his rag tag travel companions. Her gaze wandered over him as well taking in details of sorts. Concern was written about his face as he stared back at the faces in the collective about him. One of the members a tall and skin the color of sky like the sea after the storm seemed to worry a bit herself. Her features seemed to sheepishly soften that was untillâ "Ahahahahaha~!" The jovial sound broke the air sending everyone in the party into a bit of a shock. Abagieal couldn't help but chuckle as the crazy arse took off with his hands flailing about like overcooked noodle that could barley stay attached to a fork. "Are ye sure ye all are followin him? " The accented lass jested as she watched the man tear off down the road. It wasn't long for the rest of the party to follow in suit. The Miqo'te crimson haired beauty gracefully took off after him. Abaigeal smiled as he assured the lad was not as banjaxed as she or the others could have thought. "Aye! Is it a race ye want?" The dancer called out after the others as she hefted the hem of her skirt up enough to not interfere with the running. Scanning ahead Abaigeal took off bare calloused feet padding swiftly over the road as she kept a close pace with Hope. "Yer Dadoo? What is that?..OH! ye mean yer Da!! " Abaigeal called out as she ran. "Over protective is he?" She smiled her gaze returning to the front of the pack . "The Miqo'te lassâ¦can ye tell me about her? Or Can ye tell me about any of them for that matter? Perchance Ah should ask me self?"She shrugged.

Except that's almost exactly what you're doing. It's one thing to reference a pose or expression. It's another to copy almost line for line another artist's piece. The outfit is the same almost to the letter, except of course to original picture is far more detailed and well done. This isn't a matter of me liking your art or not, because to be honest, it's not your art we're seeing. It's someone elses. If you want to become a better artist, this is not the way. ... ... Actually I honestly have to disagree with most of your comments that you have made so far. As a fellow artist that is constantly learning every day, The basics of learning and expanding is copying things that you see. Whether its real life or cartoonistic. Regardless, of whether the pose is too much the same or the out fit in the same, it is actually rather clear the artist here has drawn it and made it his own, there for it makes it his own work. I often use stock models for posing and reference. Does that earn me a face too? Mtoto, From what I can see you can tell its your work and you worked hard on it. Some people learn in different matters. It's one thing for someone to give you constructive criticism it's another to tell you how to learn and whether that process is best for you or not. Keep doing what your doing, I know I want to keep see it...just because i would like to see where go and what you do with your talent. Because it is clear you have some! Athough...Here is my actual post and comment that i wanted to make~! I do have one thing i want to criticize...If that's supposed to be Zolku Elku You totally didn't make him cocksure and "idiotic" looking enough~!

Abaigeal answered the young opo-opo-like girl's questions as best she could or as best as she wanted to rather. It was strange the young lass amazed her. She found her to be rather comical, and yet still had that youthful innocence about her. The kind of innocence that would forever find joys about life and always look to the brighter side. It was good that she still had it. Not many did these days...Abaigeal smiled to her with a hint of chortle before her attention was caught elsewhere. One of the travelers in the party had paused as she passes by slowly. She had a uniquely pretty face and ears that were surrounded by the most vibrant of red hair ever. As it made roses pale in comparison. Abaigeal smiled in awe. Her own hair did that once...used to be long as well. She wasn't particularly envious of the graceful miqo'te until her emerald hues caught the lasses feet. It was her feet, that was what really caught her attention was the woman's taste in shoes. Fine and elegant gold gilded heels only the deepest color of midnight onyx. There was her jealouscy not that she would have shown it. The miqo'te woman seemed to be the calm and level head one of the group. She had seemed to address herself and Hope. "Children? Twenty questions?" her head twisted to the side as the small opo-opo girl looked to her. "Hmm? Oh Ah suppose that does? " She reached out ruffling the young lasses hair. "Ah don' know Hope...we'll have to see. Maybe perchance ye can help me pick a pair?" She offered a warm and gentle smile that painted over her features. "Ah see! Well...Ah suppose if ye have fun. Ah can't say that Ah don' entirely blame ya. "Slowly and carefully she pace along the cobbled pathway with dainty barefooted steps that could make any dancer cry. It was almost a bit ironic that statement itself. Her gaze still lingering on the young lass. "Ah wouldn't say that Ah'm overwhelmed. Just a wee bit shocked...Ah honestly mistook ye for a lad. Yer short hair ashen blonde tresses and all. Not to mention yer mannerisms. Then again ye seem the type to be free spirited. It comes with having eyes of emeralds...Ah would know!" She cast a wink to the young girl as the Crimson haired miqo'te remind they all need keep up. "Hmm...Ye ask a strange question lass...though Ah think the answer is...Ah think ye can in Eorzea..." She veiled her eyes with a rather impish smirk. 'Perhaps...Ah shall hang around for a wee bit longer...if anything the lass is amusing...' ((10 things I hate about you quote..with a 10 things I hate about you response with a twist~ Thank you Yssen I LOLedâ¥))

"Aye. Ah suppose it does now doesn' it?" the emerald orbed woman smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Naturally she would answer with an open ended question. However the next question directed her way caused her burst out in a fit of musical laughter. Her crossed arms siding down to her stomach where she held it as her head tossed back to the sky. The melodious laughter echoed of the trees. "Oh? So Ah talk funny do Ah? Ah wasn't aware, were Ah come from we all talk like this. Even the wee chiselers. Ah'm sorry does it make me seem a bit banjaxed?" Now the russet haired lass was just haven a good jesting tossing about her homelands terms and phrases at the echoed voice from above expense. It was rather amusing quite frankly. "Ah don't think it really matters where Ah came from these days...Ah think the more important question is where do Ah plan on going!" She smiled shaking her head. A thin eyebrow quirked up at the mention of her "sword" with a quizzical look painted over her features. She couldn't help but question just how deadly it looked? Then again she was used to it. "Agian Ah beg yer pardon but where do ye suggest Ah put it?"Slowly and casually she held her hands up, including the one with a sword and twirled in a circle. There really wasn't a place for her to put it, she hadn't even a sheath. She merely had on her performance skirts of various reds and oranges with hints of gold paired with a matching halter top. Honestly it wasn't the best thing to be running about but for her it was perfectly fine. It was simply yet free and could often be found chasing the wind. Much like herself at times. Her cheeks coated with a slight hint of rose as two of the travelers with the over head voice seemed to jest of their own followed by their own fits of laughter. Pursing her lips she returned her gaze to scanning the green canopy with patches of blue up above. Strangely enough a crazy looking little opo-opo like lad jumped from the branches landing in a cloud of dust. A small scoff bubble from her lips as the youthful male had stood before her with hands upon his hips and rather extra particularly bright grin plastered to his features. "Ah surely must have had a bad dose. Yer a LASS?" She question not intentionally meaning to be insulting. Though now upon closer inspection it was rather clear the youthful child was just rather tomboyish. "Well, what do ye know. Learn something new everyday." She shook her head as if to clear out the cobwebs and beamed just as equally bright back at the young girl. "Well Hope, Ah suppose ye can call me Abai. We'll stick with that for now." Her attention went back to her feet before returning to the lass. "Ah can't seem to remember where Ah left them last?" She offered up with a shrug before shaking her head once more with a chortle. "Ye want the truth?" She asked leaning forward a bit placing her hand on the side of her mouth as if it were a secret though her voice never changed. "Me taste are too expensive...and...it's easier to dance without them." Abaigeal dropped her hand and continued to on. "It would be a shame to have shoes when Ah would be spending more time then not without them...though Ah suppose Ah should look in to repplacements...." "Why do ye swing from the trees and play a phantom of the heavens?" She asked a question of her of own. " And rocks Lass? " She smiled showing good faith that it was merely a question for a question. (Abai is read or pronouced as Abbey)

[spoil]I hope its okay I am posting again out of my turn as it seems that depending on my actions or response is necessary of other responses/actions of others--um also do...you folks have a posting order? I just want to make sure I am not stepping on toes!I know most forums have them â¥great thread btw~![/spoil] The green eyed dancer cautiously paced herself through the brush. Plants and trees were still green but they had a saddened weaker coloring to them. Almost as if the land itself was still sick or heading into an like autumn setting in and spreading it fiery colors among the greens and greening yellows. There were memories and visions that flooded her head the past day or so. Memories that seemed like yesterday but were clearly not of thief time. Things that she noticed that once were in existence but now were not. It was most curious, just what had happened in that flash of light moments before...before... The reddish brown haired female kept her gaze of to her left side as she continued to make her way up the dirt cover road. Slowly choosing her steps meticulously to avoid some of the larger sharper rocks and stones, it would almost appear as she was delicately prancing. Her vibrant emerald orbs continued catching glimpses of what could have been ears or a tails? Something tall and maybe perhaps a male, or...maybe it was female? It was rather hard to discern what was what and exactly how many there were. Still from the sounds of the party it seemed pretty descent sized. A smile painted faintly over her lips as bits of her conversation could be heard. Still the sounds and voiced were muddled with the sounds of the trees and the forest. From what she could tell is they were all rather friendly; at least toward each other. Sort of...close knit, that was always a good thing. It reminded her of her time with the traveling caravan. The jokes, the smiles that linger upon features, the bickering, oh the bickering and bantering was the best! Though, the one thing that always stayed the same was the camaraderieâno was left undefended for any reason at all and everyone had each other's backs. The mouth of the off road path was with in viewing distance and not but a few paces off. Dainty filth covered toes continued to maneuver about the ground heading for the stone cobbled way. That would be a nice change, not having to really worry about ones step then. However it seemed that someone had other plans in mind for her. A stone bounced a mere inched before her feet. Well, that was unwelcoming. Either this group was overly suspicious of a single traveler and was the type to attack first asks questions later, or perchance just an untrained scout that was silly enough to cast stones and should realize that no one would be stupid enough to forge an attack just outside the city. "Eh! Wotchit!! Wot do ye think yer aimin' at!" The young woman looked in the direction of the cast stone. 'really...who honestly throws stones?!' Caution to the wind...that was rather annoying. Though, she supposed it was to be expected, then again it's not as if she was sneaking up on them, just merely being cautious along a side road. The voice echoed above and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. A trick of sorts, one she was well familiar with. Working with the performers, there were a few that liked to use such a trick to dramatize the action of the show. Well at least someone was taught well in that regard, the voice did seem to come from above. However, it still needed some work...not bad. Just...could be better. She paused with the slightest hint of trepidation in exactly how to respond. It already seemed the travelers or their scout was rather touchy. Who knew they may not have her sense of humor. "Ah assure ye, Ah'm no bandit..." She laughed wiggling her toes on the ground as her gaze went to them. "Though as ye have so eloquently pointed out, if Ah were, you'd think Ah would be good enough to take a descent pair of shoes. Wot about ye? Are ye a bandit..." She shrugged her shoulders with a bit of chuckle shaking her head, russet locks bounced about her face.

A yawn bubbled from pink lips as pale thin arms stretched toward the open sky with a hint of a wiggle in her finger tips. Or rather the bits of sky that peeked through the greening canopy of leaves casting an almost extra particularly warm sunlight glow to the forest. It was warm and inviting, almost as if proffering a peaceful place to nap. In fact, that was exactly what the short russet haired hyur had done. A nice long refreshing nap was well received to the weary traveler whose feet, bare feet, had padded over the dusty cobbled main road. Often times she had wondered why she hadn't invested in a descent pair of shoes. Oh right. That required quite the amount of //coin//, especially, if she wanted something pretty and still useful. Like the pair she had seen made from the soft and supple hide of albino mountain peiste. Though, those ones were not left in their natural skin. They were dyed the most elegant of blue; bluer then the skies and certainly more vibrant then a pure freshly mined sapphire gemstone. They were a thing of pristine beauty and definitely the envy to anyone who wished to own them. Much like herself of course. A pitiful longing sigh passed airily through her lips as she reminisced on the object of her affection. It was really sad to have Wineport Special taste on...Sour Red coin purses. She jingled her meager warn leather pouch pushing away at the dream that was simply that. A dream. A shadow of a dream that may never exist. Not unless she found work of course. Ugh. That was another issue. Work. A frown painted over her features as she pushed her back against the tree using it as means to assist to a standing. Work...again something that was...well, a girl has got to eat. And quite frankly hunting small marmot was getting rather irksome. There was something about the texture. The chewy gamy texture. She shuddered at the thought trying to keep the pervious nights meal down. That however was far better that any marmot meat. She actually had the pleasure of Gridanian salmon that she was able to catch. It was rather ingenious honestly. She never thought to use her skirts as a sort of scooping method or net of sorts. Once to her feet the vibrant emerald hued woman twisted and contorted her body relieving the stress placed upon her joints and vertebrate. Stooping over she brushed the remnants of debris free from her flowing skirts that seemed to swish and move with her every movement. Luckily it was the one thing that hadn't failed her yet. It still had the ability to entrance others with the way it moved. A captivated audience was a paying audience. And well...paying audiences meant shoooes. Before standing she reached about once more collecting the curved sword that was upon the moss covered ground next to her. It wasn't anything special, admitting it //was// good at killing small game or meal prepping. However still mostly just a prop that she could use while she danced. It was actually her specialty. Sword dancing, though not a whole lot of people were interested in those anymore. Pity too. With sword in hand and pouch tucked away, the youthful twenty four year old made her way up the unpaved path back to the main road. She had ways to go before reaching the next town, or rather its out skirts for those without friends...or //friends// when in lack of monetary substance. A soft scuffing noise of her bare feet could be heard if one was listening carefully. Wait... Wait. Were those people? Or rather A group? Well of course it had to be. She was just outside the city. Travelers came and went. Even if she didn't travel with them...perhaps maybe...just maybe...hm... Friends certainly were a good thing to make these days...certainly wouldn't hurt either...unless they were bandits...then in that case the joke was on them. 'Easy there..yer never know wot trouble awaits ye...' she thought to herself as she curiously crept closer to the sounds that were heading for her.