Chronicled Faces || Open
‘‘Thank you again for your time.’‘ Nadya nodded gratefully at the elder vampire before her as he stood upon threshold of his home. She had stepped out into the cool night after spending some time in his house for work purposes. His lips tipped up into what she could barely categorize as a smile before he turned to enter his home once again. As his door closed, she lifted the sketchbook she was holding, inspecting the portrait she’d made of him one final time. The gentle tip of his lips captured on paper to her felt like a successful representation. She could certainly recognize the stern expression to his face even though she had tried to get a more pleasant look by light conversation as she worked. But to no avail. It was probably best to portray the citizens as natural as she could, and apparently, this vampire was naturally stern? A soft laugh slipped from her lips as she closed her book and pushed it into the leather satchel she’d brought along before she started walking towards the marketplace.
The moment Ayanna had made her new role within Sanctuary official, she had dove straight into creating the citizen sketches. There were hundreds to be made, and the Keeper had requested a steady flow of them periodically. So, she’d started making house calls, requesting to take up some of people’s time to draw up their portrait. She had purposely chosen to alternate districts every day, giving herself some variety to work with.
She arrived at the marketplace before she realized she’d forgotten something important. The Keeper had given her a map of Sanctuary with all inhabited homes blanked out. Whenever she finished drawing up the sketches of a particular home, she needed to fill in the blank spots, indicating she’d wrapped up all portraits of those inhabitants, which she had forgotten this time. She opened her satchel, pushing her papers aside, searching for the folded map as she moved along the different stalls. The moment she pulled out the map, her leather pencil binder dropped from the bag and fell to the ground with a soft thud. Several pencil’s slipped free and rolled across the ground in different directions. ‘’Shoot.’’ she muttered, pushing the paper map back into her bag with a soft huff. She picked up her binder and scanned the ground for the pencils she’d lost.









