Private Better the Chocolate

[Junko Ike]

Yeah right... Junko thought to herself with some of the promises... her handmaidens had said she could step out there and try it. You couldn't just well walk around the towns and hope upon inspiration to create. That was true but it was also hard as asking for ad space would likely bring out some of the stranger ones.. she was offering to sculpt them... credits or well she could get them something made from their small claim. crysteel metal was on Atrisia and it was difficult to shape into a blade... aside from the wandering general Hanzo who was considered the best and had left her blades behind. There was a piece, a tanto stle blade as a gift to be handed out when the time came. Junko could offer that but she didn't know either way. The message itself would also have to be something that ah... didn't sound wrong to attract the wrong elements.

'The royals of Atrisia in honor of the Sunflower Emperors new era are offering large sums of credits, precious gemstones and crystals or even blades of Atrisian crysteel for beautiful models. Male, female, alien the species matters not. Statues and paintings are being commissioned by the noble houses serving under the emperor. All are welcome to come and present themselves if they wish to. Please send notifications to Mai Saiying aboard the Anshin of your intent and accommodations shall be prepared for you. Any allergies will be handled with needs for food from private chefs and in station seamstresses can design your dream outfits." Junko had prepared the message and her people looked over it. They had the intents clear hopefully and giving people the best in Atrisian hospitality was important.

She breathed out though while remaining there. Stretching out her senses as the garden around her was meant to be beautiful. Fromthe uneti trees that had been recovered and transported to the bamboo and small trees that were cared for by her handmaidens. Junko remained there and the sun came down with the massive anshin high above them. The shimmering of the shield gates and the bands of the megastructures casting large shadows of shade across the world. it was a different feeling to see as the jedi princess let her hair loosen from the complicated braid it was in. Falling down to her ankles with small beads of kyber crystal that sounds when she walked. The beads of smokestone and pontite crystal that made her mentally able to focus much much easier.

The sound of the wooden flute as Phaidor was suddenly near her. Junko looked up at her with her copper skin, raven black hair, flower crowns and a skirt of long silver grass that clung around her hips. They were twisting, gyrating and moving to the music in a air. Phaidor had been teaching her both as a means of sharing her expeirences and teaching from the southern islands but also so she would be able to get close with her teacher. Junko was surprised though when she opened her eyes with a shock. She moved back a little and looked at the woman who seemed to be down casting her eyes. Junko looked at her and tilted her head for a moment speaking spoftly as the guards were around the perimeter of the garden. "Phaidor... my dear what has brought this upon you?"

Phaidor looked at her and she was slightly taller then her... her mouth chewing on her lower lip for a moment as she seemed to think about it but her words came ot confident. “There was one slight, desperate chance, and that I decided I must take--it was for my princess, and no man, woman nor beast has lived who would not risk a thousand deaths for such as she.” Junko had to look at her and smile... one of the things that had been brought back and was being encouraged among everyone was beauty and art and speech. Romantic exchanges as opposed to simple looks. It wasn't enough to look nice you had to be abel to behave, to speak and present yourself as someone who could handle a sort of poetic exchange. Phaidor was attempting it and Junko held her arm out as she spoke.

Junko spoke with a smile on her face though as she brought a hand up. “Lives there upon any world such another as Phaidor Nobuna, Jewel of the Southern Isles? Lives there another woman who could fight her way back and forth across a planet, facing savage beasts and hordes of savage men, for the love of a woman?” Junko said it and while she did love Phaidor she wasn't in love with her and placed a hand on her bare shoulder with a look. "I have great love for you my Phaidor but I cannot give you what you want. Merely a half promise that I shall not forsake your affections nor ask of you dishonorable actions." The two of them embraced and she didn't know what would happen in the future but there was time to find out and there was no limit to who they might meet answering the call for beautiful models.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Junko Ike​

She had not thought to do it. Not for an instant. She hadn't even seen the ad, before her sister, Madalena Antares , barged into the little kitchen office that Scherezade had been hiding in, waving a printed version of the ad back and forth, shouting at her that she simply had to do it. Scherezade ahd rolled her eyes and pointed out that this would include hours of sitting down and most likely talking. With strangers! She wasn't a talking person. She was a stab it with the pointiest blade in your arsenal person.

Madalena had smacked her on the back of the head and insisted that it would be a good experience for her. Besides, they had recently tried to help the people of Atrisia and keep their planet out of the grubby hands of a person they'd said was not wanted as an emperor there. So Scherezade had gone, and that hadn't been a problem, right?

In a final plight to wiggle out of it, Scherezade pointed out that it would be mingling with uppities and higher ups and those tended to never like her anyway. To that, Madalena responded that this had ceased being true the moment they'd left the Southern Systems, and besides, Scherezade a princess herself. Scherezade retorted that it didn't matter because no one knew it, and Madalena had said in response that "Just because they don't know you're a princess, does not mean you're not one." And that had settled that argument.

Scherezade had still hidden a fart bomb in her sister's refresher just to extract her revenge on her for talking her into doing it.

And so it was that not too long after that, Scherezade grabbed one of the more generic ships of the Agents of Chaos, and made her way to the appointed coordinates in space to meet the Atrisian Mai Saiying. There had been no need to design any special wear. By her sister's insistence, it was going to be nude modeling as well. If those people would want to dress her in toga or whatever once they actually saw her in person, they were free to do so.

"This is The Go-Go Dancer, we have a scheduled meeting fifteen minutes hence, requesting docking permission," Scherezade said over the comms as she sighed, taking a final look at herself in the reflection of the front shield. She was clean. Plucked. Meni-pedi'd. Ready.

But were they?

 

[Junko Ike]

Mai Saiying was well she wasn't the most impressive of the Atrisian court. Her image coming to view as the coordinates on the Anshin were settled in and she spoke. She had that of a slender, girlish figure. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a pale color like milk or snow, against which the lightly crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect. She was as destitute of clothes as one could be without being indecent; indeed, save for her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.

"Welcome Go Go Dancer to Atrisia." her voice was light, warm and meant to be soothing.... she had been elevated from her clan because of her beauty yes but she was also considered one of the finest in terms of judging a persons characters. Where some saw her outfit and looks she saw reactions and knew how best to distribute them as the rooms in the visitors section of the Anshin were filled with a number of different men, women, some aliens... all seeking credits as they met with her. The Byo Screen in place for the hall. The panels painted with images from the early texts depicting maidens and warriors interacting at court. Atrisian script with a song as several were sitting down on cushions. Drinks had been served and they were awaiting their turn in front of her. The question of why she would have a screen to show modesty and wear what she did in the greeting was there but ignored.

Mai sat up though when she saw the one who had come letting the others file out after they had been seen and she spoke. "Welcome my lady of the Go Go Dancer. It is quite... nice to see you." She spoke and her voice was soft but practiced. Each word enunciated carefully and plainly as the acoustics of the room had been designed that she could be heard from anywhere within it even behind the screen. A pipe coming to her lips that was long and filled with a sweet substance that filled the air with scents like honey all over the room. The sound of an Atrisia Six String came as she plucked a string. "You are not like the others.. arrogant men and women who have come for their pride... because they believe themselves the fairest, the most beautiful of the galaxy." She didn't alter her speech but there was that sliver of sarcasm wanting to come through.

Her voice was meant to be comforting and she poured what she could into it. Giving it a warm fur against skin sensation to entice and try to relax Scherezade deWinter into answering a little if she wanted to. In truth she was mostly just allowing the cycle of shuttles that would take her down to the surface to return. In a sort of loop they were heading to the planet to stay in the opulent palace. Mai smiled plucking another string. "I have no real threats or warnings... it is just a recommendation. There will be guards protecting the princess in her... hobby but unless there are some overt actions she is quite capable. Just respectfully don't draw weapons unless there is a threat and welcome to Atrisia." The doors were opened to the side... sliding quietly as kimono dressed attendants came and Mai spoke. "Iff there is anything you would like to take down with you to the surface."

the hall ways off the anshin were something else for heading to the private shuttles. With some time given in case anything was needed from her ship. The different attendants were mostly similar... Floral kimonos in varying colors, black hair that had been oiled and scented of jasmine with tiny silver and crystal bells that made their procession almost a little musical in step. Eyes like black pools while they wore white make up with red lipstick. The murals and statues in the hallways were painted of more recent events... recounts of the gulag plague and how it harmed but also how it united peoples to help recover. The netherworld, the dark harvest and Omega as well as attacks on other worlds. Scenes that looked more like someones memories and perspective as Junko had been at several places when they were attacked and seen wonders.

The shuttles heading down went towards the central area of the continent.. passing over the northern mountains themselves as they sparkled with gold, silver, kyberite and a dozen different refracted colors in the almost permanent sunlight all around. The snow swept plains that held little villages walled off now to go with some of the new measures of safety and protection. The beginnings of small relay towers as airships with decks filled with people were ferried around instead of larger ships. The palace of the Maiden was in the distance, often considered the winter palace of the Emperor and built of white marble as it jutted from the snows around it. The shuttles entering a large hanger as some people departed and the attendants led the way inside where the containment shields keeping out the light snow were up and shimmered golden in the distance.

"Welcome." A voice came out.... from High Marshal Eternity . Junkos body guard and friend if there ever was one as the shard in a shadex walked around and towered over most of the Atrisians. He was standing there as the hanger doors led into the palace garden and over a bridge it revealed a pond. Filled with silver fish that gleamed, steam rising off the warm waters where it met the cold air. The central area that was connected to by four bridges is where Junko sat. Different people milling around and at first not noticing her as she made a small point to sit with her handmaidens. The kimonos of each one colored in jade with their hair in a braid then twisted up. Her face make up radiating the force itself for those who could sense it and that was one of the main giveaways before someone handing the hand of her handmaiden spoke.

"Princess your coldness serves to emphasize my own inadequacy, and makes me feel that the best solution might be to expire." He was younger then the woman, speaking softly and very very pretty with smooth features free of wrinkles and the finest in clothing that never saw misuse or labor. Junkos handmaiden remained where she was and she was speaking with a look at him motioning with a hand to the people in the raised section. Yovshin with a ebony colored armor and twin blade. “One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she is beautiful.” The man was asked to come with them and escorted towards the hanger while the handmaiden sat back down and a small thing to see who was perceptive and skilled.

Junko turned her head and looked as her eyes flicked over Scherezade and she bowed. Rising up with several of the other handmaidens to see them who looked more pretty and regal then she. She walked over silently and spoke stopping to look up at one of the statues of a man who had posed for her. "Life is full of uncertainties, I had hoped perhaps one day some unforeseen circumstance would bring into my life once more the woman who helped me. So to properly thank you." Junko turned her head and bowed her head just slightly as others in the garden seemed to still think her handmaidens were her and they had gotten the jist of it trying to figure out who would be the artist behind the event. Junko motioned and was walking aroud the garden as she spoke looking at another statue.

Where the other had been a prime example of a male, with muscles and a physique that showed care and skill. The other was petite... feminine with a smile on her face as she lounged there with her hand along her side. The necklace she wore with a massive jewel that had been sculpted the size of a melon. “She was gentle and sedate as usual, but mostly evidently absent and preoccupied. Her eyes always resting on the dew lying on the flowers in this garden, and her ears were intent to listen upon the melancholy singing of the summer insects. It was as if we were in a real romance.” Junko smile and watched two other fail her little test and be escorted away while the handmaidens continued to walk around conversing with other guests under the watchful gazes of the yovshin.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Junko Ike​

Scherezade blinked.

When she had come to Atrisia last time, there hadn't been any time for all the diplomatic stuff such as this. It was pretty much wham bam, thank you ma'am, they were there and then they were gone, leaving behind a hoard of zombies and other unflavorables behind. She had promised that Atrisia would be free, and for a short while now, it would not. But that was all right. She had plans for the future.

Still though, now everything was… Different. There was a certain style here, a certain physical language, which made her feel like a feral bantha in a china shop. Her sister would have known what the right way to behave was, what the small nuances of the way sentences were phrased meant at every turn. Her sister had somewhat been bred for that purpose. But Scherezade? She was doing her best to not blurt a "Hey, what's up?" at the woman who greeted her and called her the Lady of the Go Go Dancer.

Everything screamed class and style. Not the posh type that was more common in the Core, but something that had a unique scent to it all together. Scherezade had been to many planets and had been exposed to many cultures since emerging out of the pebble, but she'd never actually seen this, to such a scope. When she had been here last, it was to fight in a battle. Battles did not let you experiences existences and cultures in ways that went beyond fighting styles and maybe armor deco'.

Passing by… A dinosaur?, Scherezade looked at him as well, her glowing green eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. This place most definitely was interesting. Maybe if she got a little lucky she could ask for a tour or just wander around and see what else was there.

When they arrived at the Princess', Scherezade looked rather at the handmaidens spread around her, unable to keep herself from thinking if that had been what her own mother had once looked like; surrounded by women in proper attire for the court. Were these women like her mother's? Willing to give their lives to their queen when her curse flared up, believing they die to go to a better place? Women who were deadly… And zealous. Her mother had not been a goddess. Her mother had been many things. And Scherezade blinked away the small pinch in her chest that tended to visit her when she thought of time missed out with her mother, her father, ad her twin brother.

The princess bowed. Scherezade snapped out of her pinch and bowed back, hoping she was right about that and there wasn't a curtsey or nod or anything else needed instead. If she had offended, no one gave her a sign that would make it clear to her, and she remained there, standing awkwardly in place as the Princess walked and spoke for a handful of seconds before catching up with her. Were the words aimed at her? Was she the one being thanked? In return, she gave a warm smile.

Looking at the statues, the Princess of Endelaan could appreciate the work that had gone into them. The beauty. She could've thought about at least five different people she knew that would've killed someone for the chance to be here now instead of her, just to see it all.

"The artist was very skilled at their work," she commented, hoping it was something sufficiently safe to say. Who'd been the artist anyway? "Do you decide which statue to commission and what it should look like?"

 

[Junko Ike]

Juko looked at Scherezade deWinter and raised an eyebrow delicately, intentionally listening to her speak. "I would hope so, I spend hours sometimes days... even weeks and months trying to make it beautiful. From the curls in their hair to the smallest line and curve." She smiled though and continued to watch the others who were around them mingle with her handmaidens. Junko looked out on the vista down below and she pointed it out. From the garden upon a sea of spider lilies, deeper reds and crimsons in darker shades with trees spouting up. "We have artists in all things, the workers who helped cultivate and plant the gardens and groves. Their skill is something of beauty."

She looked out upon it more and continued to lead the way aroud the garden. Different statues, one posed differently. Her knees to her chest, head down and buried in them as a massive curtain of hair was around her entire body and went to the ground to cover and obscure most features. Along her back was Atrisian writing in the form of a poem. her finger moved to mostly share how to read Atrisian writing to Scherezade without it being a direct lesson. "A deathless beauty, crowned in flowers.... Daughter of Jeidushi, beautiful enchantress... Love is anguish, lust is sorrow, break my spirit my lady not longer." She flower it from top to bottom and right to left.

"The Lady Rainie can be a little full of herself and is renowned within the court for her interests." She said it and looked over with a small raised eyebrow. "Should you encounter her, she'll have a thousand and one questions for you about anything and everything in the galaxy." The smile was there but Junko clapped for a moment. Quick and quietly but one of her handmaidens was right there next to her. Head down and obscured by the headpiece over one eyes that kept her hair up. "The Lady DeWinter aided us. Retrieve the tessen from the vault for her. A reward of honor should be given and I think... I think it would be something meant for her."

The handmaiden gave a nod of her head and was heading awa quickly. Movements measured but she also seemed to get past the others as different handmaidens distracted with conversations the others. She was standing there and bowed her head. "That should give us some time, so tell me more about yourself Milady." Junko bowed with a hand out offering an arm so they could walk around the edge of the garden and pond. "If I am going to get to sculpt you, I want to know more about you. Get your personality, you drive. Have that beauty immortalized for anyone to see long after we have passed." Junko looked over at her while she started to walk.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Junko Ike​

Her existence thus was short by any objective standard - just over two years of life outside of the Darkness, as an adult. Yet in those two years, Scherezade had lived more than several lifetimes squeezes into that tiny window, and there was one line that Junko Ike had read outloud, two lines that was more than enough to make the amazonian woman freeze momentarily in her place. Love is anguish, lust is sorrow. The randomness of it popping up there and then was enough to make her not notice how Junko moved her fingers to show how Artisian was read. That was all right though; Scherezade spoke many languages, but she didn't know Artisian.

Her attention was quickly called away from her thoughts as she was referred to as Lady deWinter. Her eyes widened, but she bit her lip before saying anything. From everything she had seen thus, which, granted, wasn't very much at all, the people of Artisia behaved… differently, from what she was used to. She wasn't even sure that asking the woman not to call her Lady deWinter could be done in any way that would not be considered brazen or offensive. But then how was she meant to explain that it was a title held by her grandmother who wanted to kill her? That her own parts had everything and nothing to do with her, and that her goal was so much different?

But then they were left alone, and the opportunity to speak about it had presented itself. Now, she Sithling was smiling.

"Just Scherezade is fine," she said with a little smile.

The woman wanted to know more about her. Her personality. Her drive. Immortalized beauty. Scherezade owed enough mirrors. She knew what she looked like, and she knew that externally, she looked great. Like any other woman in her family. Strong, active, and a genetic lottery win. But Her insides… Those rarely matched the outside. Inside, there was little to nothing that made Scherezade feel her family's legacy in a good way. She was pretty, but she was pretty crappy with people. She'd spent most of her existence trying to be loved only to be shoved away time after time. Seven hundred years ago she had been stolen, and two years ago she'd come into adult existence, and nothing had been easy ever since. But how could she explain even the tip of the iceberg of all of that to the woman in front of her?

"I like blades." she said at last, "and cheese cubes?"

 

[Junko Ike]

Cheese cubes..... cheese cubes and blades... blades to cut cheese into cubes. Junko was thinking it but she looked at the lady.... Scherezade deWinter with a nod of her head that she would call her just her name. "Then Scherezade we shall get you some cheese cubes." She said it with a smile though while walking and there were more statues but also well.. she looked at the woman. "I do not know the complete context of it but I imagine if I get to know you such an answer would never seem out of place." She offered a smile to her though and looked her over getting some ideas for inspiration. "Oh I am practically a shiver with thoughts about how to sculpt and shape you. hmmmm."

Junko said it and was leading the way as she looked around towards it... placements was the most important. Somewhere she could set and have this beauty of a piece. "Hmm there we go." She looked into the center of the small pond well the largest area of it that was in clear view of the central pagoda... The silver backs of the fish gleaming in the water and the blossoms floating on the top of the water. She held out a hand. "Hmm the placement is important just as much as the pose. Accentuating your beauty will be important to it. You posed while lounging upon your back. Left leg bent at the knee and raised. Right leg stretched out and a slight tilt to your body."

She was imaginging it now. "Your hair will be important... we want to get it framed just right. The outfit you can wear... well hopefully you are a purest." She said it and walked around seeing her handmaidens with more of the guests but they were distracting them. "But the pose.. that is where the real excitement shall be. I had though to just have grapes at first but..." One of her handmaidens appeared, head downcast and in them was Tessen as Junko touched the fan opening it and testing it for a moment. She showed it off as it was with the jeweled metal that resonated with the force energies itself. "Now I am thinking that you could pose with this."

She smiled and moved it as she held it sliding the blades into a sword that could be held and it singed before she slid it back into place like a fan. "It is an old weapon something from the time of our Onyx Empress." Junko held it and presented it to Scherezade for everything and her handmaidens stopped their conversations turning to look at her. A sort of unspoken mental commmunication as several of the suitor and people there realized exactly who was who with surprise. "For your efforts and aid, I present from the royal armor the Tessen blade to appeal to your love of blades." The smile tugged at her lips when she left it there for The woman to take.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Junko Ike​

Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows in surprise, and the next breath, her face broke into a genuine smile that shattered into joyous laughter. For the comment about being out of place, there really wasn't much the curvaceous woman could reply to. It was true. All of it. "I thought sculptures are about creating real life replicas," she mentioned as the two walked, "I mean, I'm tall and wide, I'm pretty sure you're not about to create a four foot miniature willowy woman statue that's meant to be me."

Following the woman, they soon enough arrived at a pagoda. Scherezade blinked. It was… A very classical setting. Fish in the water, sun in the sky, classic constructions all around. Her throat ran dry for a moment, and she said nothing. Somehow, her mind had decided that letting her hostess know that this was a setting meant for someone much more delicate, not for what was essentially a big burly warrior with boobs attached in the front.

At least she wouldn't be expected to sit there naked. That really would've buried the knife further down in this thing. She was going to kill her sister when she got back home, probably after she'd somehow manage to accidently insult the empress just by burping at the wrong time.

But the weapon… Scherezade stared at it with wide eyes, swallowing hard to avoid drooling on the damn thing. It was… Beautiful. It was a miniature version of how scherezade herself fought - her blades fanning out to spread around her like a fan before she launched forward, using each of them separately. It had been a brain nightmare when she'd just started training herself in the arts. But life had thrown and tumbled her into situations in which she received or had somehow begotten blade after blade. While everything else in her life forced her into hard choices of this or that but never both, Scherezade, perpetually stuck as being both a child and an adult at the same time, refused to make choices when it came to blades. She wanted all of them, and she would learn to use more and more at the same time. Her current record was twenty-one, but fifteen was still the comfort zone.

"For your efforts and aid, I present from the royal armor the Tessen blade to appeal to your love of blades."

Scherezade stood motionless and just gaped at @Junko Ino like a fish, her eyes darting from the woman's face to the blades and back. She wasn't used to having her attempts acknowledged or recognized in any way, especially not when ultimately, her own mission had failed, and Artisia was now in foreign and unwanted hands. The very people who currently held it had made it a point, time and time again, to try to convince her of how worthless she was.

She looked at the weapon again, and for what must've been the millionth time, at Junko.

Maybe… Maybe for them, it wasn't a huge deal. She didn't know if she even had the words in her vocabulary to properly explain it, not in any of the multiple languages she was fluent in. Scherezade supposed that there was nothing left to do but accept the gift.

But the etiquette that showed now was not that which she had learned on Geonosis, nor any of the little stupid rules of various other places she'd picked up over time, albeit quite badly.

Instead her right hand closed into a fist and she beat it twice against her heart, loud enough for those who were near her to hear the hollow sound. "If I had a beast to carve, I would offer you the first cut of its heart," came the words. Not precisely as they were said on the hidden planet that the Sithling hailed from, but close enough, and completely exact in its meaning. She just hoped it would translate itself well into the situation. And with that, she nodded her head gratefully, leaving it down for a handful of seconds before straightening up again.

A moment later though, the weapon was in her hands. The childish laughter that erupted out of her as she took it apart and began to control the blades was hard to miss. Soon enough, all the parts of the knife fan flew in the air, each completely separate and independent of its brethrens. And Scherezade smiled.

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko didn't move a muscle or make an expression.. what was said seemed strange to her ears but.. she was getting some of the idea at least she hoped she did. "Thank you." The princess said it and smiledd... offering a bemused expression as Scherezade deWinter checked out the blade.. testing it and trying it. Her hands came out clearing and motioning for the others to touch it up as the garden was cleared and she was given from her handmaiden a cup of tea. The others would be able to wait for the time... she would be here and. "Whenever you wish to begin." She motioned with her hands as moving into the waters she went to the little platform and the handmaidens were there near Scherezade holding a plate of cubed cheese.

Junko looked at her as she got into postion and another had brought the clay that radiated with force energy. She had used the clay for the different statues and allowed herself a moment as the jedi princess brought her hand sup and together. "It will take a little while to moisten the clay just right so you can change into anything you want. I have some of the finest silks from vine silk to shimmer silk. Just strike the pose when you are ready and enjoy yourself Sceherezade... perhaps splayed across your stomach will be the blade for effect. Delicately balance from your free hands fingers across your knee and the hilt set to just catch the light of the sun."

Junko was looking at her and she had her handmaidens clear the way in a small area of the grass for Scherezade. Her started with the first parts.. the base of the statue and a smile was on her face while she formed it and smoothed it out. Looking up with low lids when she took all of it in and Thuria knelt there with a plate of cheese and tea. Phaidor had moved to the tatami mat that could be lain upon and the grass was working as a nice cushion for laying there. The feeling of the fish as they slid around when she knelt there on a small platform that floated in the water but was balanced so she could sit upon it and work but going around the base of the statue.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Juno Ike​

THe bemused expression went unseen by Scherezade, still enjoying her new weapon. But then the row of instructions came, and she looked up, blinking.

She was meant to be dressed? In fine silks? Sure, sometimes her sister made her wear nice stuff, but she couldn't ever recall doing that whole expensive fabrics thing unless it was for armor. Not saying anything just yet, the Sithling stepped into the waters and took a few cheese cubes.

Still chewing, realizing she hadn't actually changed her clothes, she wasn't certain what to do. Strike the pose? Lay down with the weapon across her stomach? How did she catch the light? Oh, those were so many details that had to go into it, and she'd never actually modelled anything.

When Junko Ike would look up, she'd see Scherezade - now lying naked, sitting slightly awkwardly. But it wasn't the nudity that was making her awkward, but rather her attempt to get into the suggested pose, and capture the light with the blade.

It was probably not meant to look as awkwardly entertaining as it did.

 

[Junko Ike]

Scherezade deWinter

Or do that. Junko had been getting ready but as she turned back to look at Scherezade she did two things.. one was lock down her reaction... the second was clear her mind when the woman was going for the pose and Junko moved quickly but with a grace about it. Sliding down to kneeling over her with a small smile appearing on her lips as she nodded. "Close, just a few small adjustments." Junko looked at her and moved her hands deftly... carefully only using two fingers to adjust and not grasp as she glided them along barely touchin more then the small hairs. To get her into position and offering her another cheese cube between two fingers. "Now lets hold this pose yes."

Her voice came out with a smile showing on her face while slowly but she pulled back and she looked at Scherezade with a nod of her head. Adjusting the sword a little so that it was visible and concealed artfully. A little work with the hair and Junko backed away more to get the best view of the model as her hands reached out and started working with the clay near her. Soft and malleable for the moment as she was working it and the water used to keep it soft she was slowly infusing with the force itself. She was slowly shaping it as mentally she focused on the smallest details. From the molecules with art of the small into the contours and curves.

She continued using the force to sustain her while handmaidens would be able to feed scherezade without her moving. The process taking long and much more time as she got to the exterior surface and focuse to try and make every curve, every scar visible in the clay. Smoothing it out and scoring to show definition where she had it. The blades presence across her stomach, the smallest details and works of it as she pulled back into the focus of it. The time had passed and artificial lights in the garden were being used to maintain the looks, her handmaidens had brought some water for her as she focused on a little more and she smiled with a nod.

"You truly are a beautiful woman." She said it and looked up but bowed her head. "My mother use to tell me a story about a sculptor, he had been forbidden from doing labor by his parents and so day in and day out he would go into a warehouse... look at a block of marble. He did this for a month and when asked all he said was "I am working." THen in a single day he created a statue of the Cherry Blossom Emperor which is housed in the orphanage." The smile was on her face when she came up and moved over towards Scherezade looking at her and offering a cup of tea that steamed. "Thank you again. It will have to dry and then be heated to get it hardened, glazed and finally smoothed completely for anything that might bubble up but your beauty will be immortalized here on Atrisia."