Painting.
By popular demand, a sequel/ prequel to Portrait.
Pose
Aggrieved, Nadil scowled at the hapless artist the Castle Administrator had commissioned to do their portrait. He was an elf who had done many other such works for the Dragons, but was seriously considering walking out, and would have done so, if he was facing anyone else other than the explosive Wind Dragon Knight and the Heir to the Dragon Kingdom.
"I refuse to stand like this for 6 hours," Nadil was declaring, nearly jamming his finger up the poor elf's nose. "I hardly see why we must adopt this overtly taxing pose just to satisfy your idea of aesthetic beauty."
"Oh, don't fuss, Na-chan, I have no objections." Cooed a highly amused Raselene from where she was draped over a velvet armchair.
Nadil swung on her. "Says the lazy girl who'll be sitting down in a nice, comfy chair while we have to stand."
Lykouleon slanted bored eyes at the squabbling couple. Veteran of hundreds of paintings (whatever they were for…), he knew that in the end, the artist would get his way. Argument was futile. Amusing, but futile. Heaving a sigh, he started persuading his (supposedly) best friend to see reason.
The sooner they got this over with, the better.
-8 hours later-
"I ache." Nadil moaned, running a hand over his neck.
"My head," Raselene moaned. "My head…"
"All I can say is," Lykouleon murmured. "That portrait better be top class material, or I'll skin that damned elf."
"Agreed."