>>5170962>>5170952>>5170958"Not now. For the moment i will take something solid and tested. A metal armor, a good spear, sword and shield." You reply to her with a smile. This was merely a flex of your artistic muscles, a proof of concept. Surely recreating that armor and wearing that around in all of it's glory would take some time, and all of that protection would likely take away one of your biggest strengths, your speed. There's no denying that you would look cool on it, but you would feel bad in pestering an old man to make this after his shift for the day is nearly over.
"Still, do give this sketch to your father and tell him to exercise, as I will buy that as a future commision. I have intention to return here with more money for make this armor on paper, something great. And of the highest quality." You hand the paper to Zhafira, trusting her to give this to her father later.
"Noted! Never say never!" You wish she chose some other place to write over other than your signature, but as long as she remembers it, you can't be bothered to complain too much.
"Now! I need you to sit here with me and watch my play. I've been meaning to reenact this for quite some time, but playing more than one character in a scene gets very tiring when you have to switch so quickly for one emotion to the other, so I find it easier to represent them with these dolls! Buckle up!" She takes your hand and makes you sit down next to a puppet theater, where several of her friends would soon come to life when placed inside her hands.
Or should you say, hand? She had some trouble fitting one of the characters inside her missing hand, and instead of controlling their mouth and hands with her other fingers, the poor sap only flopped and flailed around as Zhafira tried her best to make him emote.
However, the lack of a functional left hand did not take away from the fact that the harlequin's acting skills and interpretations were on point. You were mesmerized at the sheer quality of her voice impressions. It was as if another person suddenly possessed her and started making different noises with her vocal chords. She would go from the baritone voice of an old man, to the high notes of an opera singer. You might have been a few years too old to say that this was the peak of entertainment, but her eyes were shining through the entire show, never once flubbing her lines or even stopping for a breather, something you could definitely appreciate.
The story told of two conjoined twins: Don and Deion, stuck together by the lower torso and a third leg. Don loved Deion and would try his best to avoid making him angry, while Deion tried to establish dominance in their shared body, hiding Don inside his clothes, order him to stay silent in social interactions, and berate him for making him stand out.
