Dull. Boring. Too mainstream. Not nearly flattering enough. Not enough skin. Too much skin.
These were just a number of the thoughts that were running through Hunter's head as he threw yet another wadded up piece of paper into the growing pile of paper balls at his table. Each of these was a sketch for his next new outfit project to work on. Key word being 'was'. While most knew him as a eccentric, circus-loving mage that mostly kept to himself, he prided himself on his ability to design and make clothes. Recently, he had been running low on new ideas, so he decided to come and sit in the guild hall and wait to see if any of the people coming and going gave him any inspiration.
So far, he had had no luck. A thoroughly used tea cup and a sketch book that was missing half of its pages were testament to the amount of time and failed concepts he had gone through. He had started his little excursion around noon, but now it was starting to get into the evening, as evidenced by the sun beginning to make it's trip towards the horizon. The brilliant oranges and reds of the evening sky were becoming apparent through the large windows nearby. The young man sighed loudly.
He was getting nowhere fast.
Hunter reached up to his well-worn, slightly rumpled top hat and took it off, placing it ceremoniously on top of the mountain of rejected designs. His white hair was still in a ponytail, but the inherent frustration on his face showed that he was halfway to furiously running his hands wildly through his hair. He eventually slumped against his table, his tea cup being slid aside as he did so. Miraculously, the heavily used cup and saucer weren't knocked off the table, but hovered dangerously next to the edge. He held his sketch book unceremoniously between two fingers as he looked at his current design in progress. It had the styling of a somewhat regal kimono, but showed a bit more skin than most anybody of regal personage would consider showing. He had a few notes around the general design discussing possible colors and maybe moving onto a more belly dancer style if he threw away this one.
Hunter closed his right eye, leaving only the yellow one exposed as he stared and pondered. It certainly wasn't his masterpiece, but maybe he'd keep this one. It was certainly better than the first kimono he'd drawn earlier in the day, which had been placed quickly in the reject pile before he was even halfway done. Unfortunately, the only person he was aware of within the guild that could pull of this design would maybe be the guild master herself, but Hunter wasn't wont to bother her. For all his eccentricities, Hunter wasn't often keen on bothering others of authority or he believed to be possibly very busy. Far be it from him to task her with possibly modelling the outfit when she more than likely has important guild master duties to handle.
Another sigh escaped his lips. Maybe it was time for him to head back to his tent and call it a day. "I suppose one can't rush genius."
These were just a number of the thoughts that were running through Hunter's head as he threw yet another wadded up piece of paper into the growing pile of paper balls at his table. Each of these was a sketch for his next new outfit project to work on. Key word being 'was'. While most knew him as a eccentric, circus-loving mage that mostly kept to himself, he prided himself on his ability to design and make clothes. Recently, he had been running low on new ideas, so he decided to come and sit in the guild hall and wait to see if any of the people coming and going gave him any inspiration.
So far, he had had no luck. A thoroughly used tea cup and a sketch book that was missing half of its pages were testament to the amount of time and failed concepts he had gone through. He had started his little excursion around noon, but now it was starting to get into the evening, as evidenced by the sun beginning to make it's trip towards the horizon. The brilliant oranges and reds of the evening sky were becoming apparent through the large windows nearby. The young man sighed loudly.
He was getting nowhere fast.
Hunter reached up to his well-worn, slightly rumpled top hat and took it off, placing it ceremoniously on top of the mountain of rejected designs. His white hair was still in a ponytail, but the inherent frustration on his face showed that he was halfway to furiously running his hands wildly through his hair. He eventually slumped against his table, his tea cup being slid aside as he did so. Miraculously, the heavily used cup and saucer weren't knocked off the table, but hovered dangerously next to the edge. He held his sketch book unceremoniously between two fingers as he looked at his current design in progress. It had the styling of a somewhat regal kimono, but showed a bit more skin than most anybody of regal personage would consider showing. He had a few notes around the general design discussing possible colors and maybe moving onto a more belly dancer style if he threw away this one.
Hunter closed his right eye, leaving only the yellow one exposed as he stared and pondered. It certainly wasn't his masterpiece, but maybe he'd keep this one. It was certainly better than the first kimono he'd drawn earlier in the day, which had been placed quickly in the reject pile before he was even halfway done. Unfortunately, the only person he was aware of within the guild that could pull of this design would maybe be the guild master herself, but Hunter wasn't wont to bother her. For all his eccentricities, Hunter wasn't often keen on bothering others of authority or he believed to be possibly very busy. Far be it from him to task her with possibly modelling the outfit when she more than likely has important guild master duties to handle.
Another sigh escaped his lips. Maybe it was time for him to head back to his tent and call it a day. "I suppose one can't rush genius."