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Trade: Paint Under Light

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Keywords fox 231828, hybrid 63635, bat 34513, fantasy 24418, magic 23409, dialogue 14841, friendship 4924, trade 2616, photography 2165, conversation 306, worldbuilding 288, misunderstanding 115, annoyance 56
Adjusting to city life had seemed like such an easy thing when said aloud. The words and phrases said together usually sung a message about adapting and simply needing to unpack and live in your home a week or so to feel a part of the world around you but it was never as easy as that. There was a bone-crushing loneliness in moving into a city for the first time, a sort of, stranded at sea feeling because everyone around you holds some sort of cultural knowledge that you have yet to understand and sometimes those little tidbits remain hidden. They walk a certain way, they smile a certain way, and in the case of Belfry City; they usually expect you to present yourself as a happy dolt even if you’re feeling down. Aria looked out over the open face of her clocktower studio. She stared at the distant edges of the Ruff Plaza and knew that she would have to go soon to get more art supplies. It was a bit of a walk but at least it wouldn't be difficult. The orange-furred bat sighed and began descending the stairs, soft violet shutting behind eyelids while she bemoaned having to go out into the hustle and bustle of the city. Her clocktower was nice, it was quiet and fairly distant from the main craziness. There was also a deep-seated appreciation for the sound of the ocean swimming beneath her not too far away. When she got to the final step, she opened her eyes and headed out the door with a satchel strapped around her waist. Cyan digits from magenta wings touched with that same hue of blue beneath them to grab hold of the door and open it welcoming the smell of salt and the peaceful breeze that she would soon need to abandon. At the very least, she didn’t know anyone here and that was both a blessing and a curse.


Ruff Plaza sat between four intersections with various chiroptimera bat hybrids fluttering about to hit the ground and start walking among the great buildings that made up the main plaza. Aria couldn’t fly so she was stuck walking but eventually, she had to join the crowd as she headed around several buildings with various advertisements plastered to them. It wasn’t just the buildings trying to sell her something either. Various kiosks and even some tents littered the open areas of the plaza with criers of all sorts asking customers to come closer and see what they had to offer. Scents of food intermingled together in a mish-mosh of cultural explosions that had her nose confused as to whether or not she was whiffing four different spice racks or some sort of edible substance. Maybe she was just being sour right now but even the voices of the folk behind stalls offering her a free sample of their goods made her feel wrong. Of course, it could be that she knew how false anything free in this city was. Most wanted you to do something in return whether it was smiling at them in return, or doing them a favor that they considered equal value. Usually, doing the favor came first but customers and merchants had quite an odd relationship even for this city’s standards.


The noise already had a headache bumping at the back of her head ready to pounce but there was also the feeling of too many bodies surrounding her. It felt like each person added another vibration to the air, another phantom push against her scales and fur that made her want to dig a hole and hide. Luckily for her, the building she needed to go to had a clearing in the front where only a few folks were leaning against the walls and chatting. Aria took a spot free of others and folded her wings in, eye shut and ears drawn down as she looked up to try and let the warmth of her sun become a focus rather than the noise around her.


It felt nice, to stop for a second while the general static of the crowd nearby began to wash away in the warmth. Her ears perked up and she felt recharged just a bit after being able to escape into her mind. Of course, she had to hear someone calling to her, someone very close who was trying to get her attention while she had her eyes closed. Rude enough but she supposed that she should see what was going on. When she stopped focusing on the sun and instead turned her attention back to the world around her she could hear someone standing not a few steps away repeating an annoyingly pleasant greeting and call for their attention over and over again.


“Miss, miss, yes? Excuse me? Orange fur and the beautiful magenta wing? Please?”


Aria opened an eye to see that the person beckoning her was at least two heads taller. They were a foxish chiroptimera with cherry red fur and beige front, the red darker around the wings and the eyes were bright gold stars. In their hands, they carried a camera of sorts with one hand on the lens and the other where that trigger was. When she finally pushed off of the wall, she sighed and decided to at least respond, “Hello. Do you need something?”


The foxbat bowed their head and said with a big smile, “Thank you for answering! You see, I don’t want to bother you but I would actually like to take a moment of your time to ask if you would be available. There is a project that requires your body! I can see you right now behind the viewfinder of my camera in a miraculous number of poses! You are my very definition of beauty centered around this project so I must ask that you come with me. There is, of course, compensation.”


Never had she been hit with such wide-eyed flattery and suspicion all at once. Being called pretty was actually kind of nice even if it was from some sort of weirdo who she was beginning to believe might have some ulterior motives of the bed variety. When she opened her mouth to say something, she stopped and considered for a moment if she should get to the bottom of this or just blow the fox off. Aria had come here to get art supplies and instead this weird stranger wanted to drag her off to who knows where to take her pictures because she was beautiful? The more she mulled it over in her mind the odder it sounded until she narrowed her eyes at the stranger and turned her back on them.


When they put out a wing toward her she answered aloud, “I’m busy right now.”


Aria kept on walking and expected the weird photographer to do the same in a different direction. Had it been a bit too heavy-handed? Maybe but she wasn’t just about to stand there and try to figure out whether or not this random weirdo wanted to use her in some sort of smut shoot or if they wanted something else. Even if they wanted something else she had her own things to do and on her own time to waste. With a sigh that shrugged off her doubts, she turned to enter the building with the art supplies store. There were several stores and not just one tucked into the building but there was only one that she needed to go to. Each store was packed next to each other in open rectangular areas with various colored lights sparkling through the entryways as if attempting to contrast the jet black floors. Aria headed over to the left where the first opening presented itself. There weren’t as many people in the art store and those that were there seemed to be an interesting bunch. A parent walked their child along the aisles showing them various little colored markers and pens that would catch their attention. She spotted a discerning and tired looking bat who had their head tilted while they were staring intently at a canvas board as if they could tell the quality of the material just by looking at it. Maybe they were just so damn tired that it took a long time to make a decision. Most were quiet sorts that kept to themselves which in itself was odd but she appreciated the environment. Her mood was soured a bit, however, when she saw that there was a photography section with various lenses on display reminding her of the weirdo that had tried to recruit her for their project. Rolling her eyes, she headed to the aisle with the canvases. She could get a few ordered to her lighthouse instead of having to carry it herself and that would be fine but she was running low on paint. There was only so much magic could do and although she could use said magic to get paint, she would rather not exhaust herself attempting to do so.


With a hum, she began to pick out a few things starting with what she would need to have ordered. Immediately she noticed someone helping her with picking up the canvases and for a second, she smiled and said, “Thank you.”


Aria thought it was one of the store employees that liked to roam around waiting for a chance to help but then she heard a familiar voice, “No trouble!”


She froze in place and turned toward the source, the very same smiling photographer that had been bothering her in the Plaza. Had they followed her just to bother her more about whatever their project was, or had they come here by chance? Regardless, she hated the idea of being followed and so she said with a huff, “I take it back. What are you doing here?”


The fox hybrid blinked and tilted their head while holding onto her canvas, “Oh? I just thought that if I could have a moment of your time to explain a few things that I could at least clear up the air between us. You seemed upset when you walked off but then again, maybe this is also a mistake. Regardless, I figured I’d do the good ol’ Belfry tradition of helping out to get a little mutualism started!”


Maybe it was their tone of voice that sounded so entirely sure of itself despite reality, or maybe it was simply the fact that she wasn’t a trusting individual. She placed her fists on her hips and let her complaints air, “Okay, so you followed me, someone who told you that they weren’t interested in what you had to offer in order to convince me that your intentions were good and you did this without my permission or without me knowing.”


“I just followed you immediately and even tried calling out to you but you ignored me, so here we are! At least let me explain what I would have wanted you as a model for.”


Aria looked at the smiling photographer with her wings folding together and before long she sighed, “Okay. If you stop bothering me after this then I will listen to your reason why you want me as a model.”


She had to keep a smile off of her face as they began to bounce in place, their excitement annoyingly infectious as the fox spoke quickly, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Even an opportunity to talk about what I do is amazing! You see, I needed a model that had a lot of color on their body. Swathes of different colors making for an interesting cover piece and sure, I could have edited the picture to get the desired effect but I want to work with something a bit more natural along with a set for any alterations! What I needed that most colorful of subjects for was an art magazine cover!”


With each word, the frown on her face shrunk until it was a thoughtful dot. She had thought that they were buttering her up in order to get something unpleasant out of her. Well, it wasn’t entirely pleasant, Aria simply thought that being subversive about what they wanted was more annoying than anything they actually would have wanted. It turned out, though, that this weirdo just had an odd way about them most likely instilled into them by this stupid city. There were so many smiling faces that were fake that she couldn’t tell who was actually telling the truth. Even now she had to wonder if their displayed passion was an act of some sort to get something out of her or if it was serious. If they weren’t lying then she was absolutely flattered that her looks were being considered for an art magazine cover but at the same time, she still thought that she should be wary when it came to this stranger.


Before she could say anything, the photographer inclined their head, “Please, accept my apologies. I hounded after you and expressed myself in such an odd manner because that would usually get me what I need. Most here would jump for such an opportunity but I have to realize that maybe what is normal isn’t necessarily great. When I think about it...You probably thought I needed something more bodily but no, I was just trying to lay it on thick with the compliments and the expressions of passion. Maybe I could have said things a bit more plainly or maybe I could have simply taken no for an answer as well.”


Aria raised a brow, “Huh, you’re apologizing? That’s more than I expect. Usually folk try to justify themselves around here instead of apologizing.” She then looked away while sniffing, “And really, I don’t think it is entirely your fault. Instead of asking what you were talking about I kind of just made my assumptions and walked away. Gotta say though, even for this city you’re a dynamo I wasn’t expecting.”


The photographer beamed, “I’m very passionate about my art! However, that does lead to a bit of burnout both with those that I work with at times and myself. Honestly, I should learn to take things a bit slower.”


“So...Your passion and art is photography?” Aria asked with a genuine curiosity budding in them.


Their ears raised on high and the photographer looked at her with a somehow growing smile, “Yes! I love capturing the single moments that define other people and places. There is such a beauty in it that oftentimes we miss because everything is going so fast. I admit, I do also sell my services for more under the sheet functions but only because I think there is beauty there too. Raw expression! Then there are jobs like magazine covers that I kind of have to find my fun and so here I am! I was told to make a cover with a model that both exemplified artistic expression and so here I am looking for my model with a set already prepared.”


Aria chewed through those words, bouncing them in her mind a few times before she sighed, “Okay. So, what’s your name buddy?”


The photographer tilted their head and blinked, “My name? Oh, right! I never introduced myself. Just call me Lou.”


They thrust a set of digits forward with the same smile and Aria stared at it for a few seconds before taking their hand and squeezing, “And I’m Aria. Good to meet you I guess.”


Lou shook her hand hard enough to nearly jostle her while they leaned in, “It is indeed good to properly meet you and clear the air a bit!” They then let go of her hand and stepped back and picked the canvas back up, “Right, we should get this to the front counter so I can leave you alone.”


She looked at the smiling fox for a solid second or two and was about to say something but they turned and began heading to the front with canvas underwing. Lou was already gone by the time she opened her mouth and so she rolled her eyes and grabbed hold of a few specific tubes of paint she needed before head back. Standing at the front, she made her order and asked that even the paints be delivered to her home, spending an extra fee to make it happen.


After the order was confirmed, Lou excused themselves but Aria spoke up, “You plan on paying your model?”


Lou looked at her for a moment before their eyes began to glow like starlight, “Yes! Yes of course I would pay anyone who worked with me or under me!”


Aria snorted, “Work on that phrasing a bit but good. I guess if it means I get some extra cash I can handle having my picture taken.”


She could nearly see the gears turning in Lou’s head as they considered what they had just said before clearing their throat, “Right! Sorry, anyway, shall we depart? I’ve got a set with most of the preparation already finished! I would just need to get a few positional shots to make sure I can get what I want.”


“Okay. Lead the way.” The painted bat said with a sigh.


Once they said their goodbyes to the clerk at the art store, they headed out of the plaza. She needed to tell Lou not to fly off because her flight was excessively limited but the trip otherwise was fairly short. The studio apartment that Lou owned was smack dab in the center of the artsy part of the Ruff Plaza. Aria followed along while focusing on the cherry red of her companion instead of the crowd around her. With her focus on Lou, she noticed that they were popular. Several folks stopped to say hello. Some were wondering what their next project was and others simply wished to state their appreciation for previous projects whether those projects were magazine covers, street photography, or otherwise. Lou bustled and bloomed through the conversations with an air of brightness that almost made it hard to look at.


When they got to the apartment building, there were a few more people that stopped them but they soon were alone in an elevator, the hum of the machine the only thing between them as Lou closed their eyes and leaned against the wall. After a quiet moment or two, Aria muttered, “Handled yourself pretty well with all of those fans clamoring for attention.”


The fox opened an eye and looked at her with a smile much smaller than she had come to expect from them, “It’s a bit tiresome but it is exciting. However, sometimes I need quiet moments like these, or I just pass out when I get back home. Maybe I’m not cut out to be the face of my own production but I get so excited talking to people about my work that it naturally happened.”


Aria snorted, “I’d hate that. Even if my paintings get big I think I’d like to hide in a puddle of paint.”


“If you find such a puddle then let me know so I can have a private place to escape to other than my messy apartment.”


She rolled her eyes but smiled, “No promises.”


Both of them exited the elevator as it stopped on Lou’s floor. The apartment itself was a living area that was messier than she was expecting and yet, not as filthy as she was expecting either. There was just a lot of things cast about in various locations. Equipment propped against the wall, various bits of technology strewn along a coffee table in front of the couch, and even some clothes draped along the back of the couch. Aria was brought through a door near the back that led to a wide open room with various light fixtures set up and an elevated platform in the middle with a white background. There were even buckets of what appeared to be paint on the floor and tripods already in place for various angles.


Aria raised a brow as she looked around, “How long did it take you to set this up?”


Lou hummed as they fluttered about to set their camera on one of the tripods and adjust it, “Oh, a few hours give or take. It isn’t a problem at all. Sometimes I have a few folks over to help but other times I just need to get something done right now so I just go ahead and do it.” One of their ears then twitched and they looked up from what they were doing, “I realize how unhealthy that sounds and I’ll look into not doing that I suppose. Regardless, can you step over on the platform, look at the tape that I set up to my right, keep your eyes level with that, and fold your wings in.”


Right to business? Or perhaps this was a pleasure for them. Regardless, she shrugged and headed over to follow the commands. She got up onto the platform and posed accordingly, keeping a bright smile on her face even if she wasn’t feeling it. Immediately, Lou called out, “Change in expression. Show me how you feel when you’re painting something for yourself, something really raw.”


She raised a brow for a second before thinking about it. Her smile shrunk and her eyes narrowed just a bit, focusing on the tape as if it were a canvas she was using for something important to her. The smile on her face kept on falling and falling before turning into a sharp and thoughtful frown.


A flash of light hit her and Lou called out, “Perfect! Beautiful! Fantastic! That’s it!”


Something inside of her began to rise, naturally bringing her expression up as those compliments made their mark on her. She continued following instructions, turning, opening her wings, waiting for the set to be changed before the shutter was snapped and the flash of light hit her. Every picture, for some reason, made her feel better and better about herself as if their words were the truth. Normally, she would hate to have her picture taken but this was something else entirely. She was even brought down to help change the set where they started throwing paint on the background haphazardly, cursing and yelling at the wall to get out aggression which ended up in both of them laughing like fools. Again she was brought up behind a wall of paint with her wings spread out to show the cyan while her eyes became half-lidded and dangerous. Another picture, another set of compliments, another rush of emotion!


When they finished and she hopped off of the platform, her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her heart was thumping at a breakneck pace, “Oh...I did not think that would be so, exciting? But, I don’t like getting my picture taken so what happened there?” Now that she was clear of the lights and platform, she looked around and hummed, “Now that I think about it, every time you snapped a picture I felt better…Were you using magic to alter my mood?”


Lou took the camera from the tripod and brought it to her while smiling, “Unfortunately, that’s a natural bug of mine. Because of my passion for this art, it produces a magic effect when I’m working whether I want it to or not. There are other things I can do with it but well, it is nearly impossible for me to stop this little thing. Usually, all it does is make the subject of my pictures more confident because it shares my belief in their image, in their beauty and so what I say feels very real beneath the lights.”


“That’s something you should warn people about,” Aria said with a huff.


The smile on their face faded a bit and they looked down at the camera before handing it to her, “Here. As an apology for being dumb and forgetting to say anything, look through the pictures yourself and delete any that bother you.”


She raised a brow but began checking through the various pictures on the digital display, tapping the button a few times before pausing at each picture. Her features were held in focus well along with the colors of her wings. They would most likely be edited a bit for the cover of a magazine but they were good pictures. With a sigh, she handed the camera back to them and gave Lou a smile, “Okay. You do good work and it did feel nice.”


The photographer’s tail began to bat against the floor as they bounced, “Really? I’m so happy you love them! I’ll only be picking one but I’ll be sure to contact you or you can contact me um, let me get a business card so you can have my number and this address just in case you forget. Oh! And your payment!”


Aria opened her mouth to say something just as they zipped off to an odd corner of the room, setting their camera down and hefting what appeared to be a rather heavy bag. They unzipped it and fished through it before taking out an envelope and card atop of it. Aria looked into their smiling eyes before taking hold of the envelope and card, “Uh, thanks. Guess I’ll call you or something or maybe send a text.”


Lou chuckled, “No, thank you Aria. Feel free to bother me any time oh, and soon! Because I need to know how to contact you to show you my work! I don’t want to be disrespectful, at least, not without your permission!”


A small cut of a smile touched the corner of her mouth full of humor as she shook her head and turned to walk away, a hand waving back at the fox while she made her exit. Out of the apartment building and back on the Ruff Plaza, she opened the envelope to see how much this little bit of stress and silliness had earned her and she nearly choked. It was enough for rent, enough for a mortgage for a month or two, and for the first time, it dawned on her how high profile Lou might’ve been. Perhaps she would look to work with them in the future, as a model or perhaps as a collaborator on a project. For now, she wanted to go home and rest her aching head.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by Reynart
Aria has just moved to the big city and finds herself growing annoyed with the locals but that's to be expected. It is made more annoying when she meets someone who can't seem to stop pestering her even if it is just a simple misunderstanding.

Keywords
fox 231,828, hybrid 63,635, bat 34,513, fantasy 24,418, magic 23,409, dialogue 14,841, friendship 4,924, trade 2,616, photography 2,165, conversation 306, worldbuilding 288, misunderstanding 115, annoyance 56
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