[ She picks up the picture of herself. Sieglinde has methodical hands but the strokes are still the ones of a child, still learning how to ally all that anatomical knowledge with artistry. Kida hardly recognizes the woman in the drawing, and not for the physical attributes; the tattoo, the hair, the skin, it could be no one else. Yet energy crackles off the paper. It occurs to her that this is how Sieglinde must see her, intense and driven. It's not a bad interpretation. ]
Have you made one of yourself?
[ She absently picks through the portraits, seeking. ]
no subject
[ She picks up the picture of herself. Sieglinde has methodical hands but the strokes are still the ones of a child, still learning how to ally all that anatomical knowledge with artistry. Kida hardly recognizes the woman in the drawing, and not for the physical attributes; the tattoo, the hair, the skin, it could be no one else. Yet energy crackles off the paper. It occurs to her that this is how Sieglinde must see her, intense and driven. It's not a bad interpretation. ]
Have you made one of yourself?
[ She absently picks through the portraits, seeking. ]