His+Tattoos

 The room was small and cramped with odd bobbles and bits. Various jars and cans, full of liquids and powders, the furniture was all well made polished heavy wood. The scent of incense permeated the room, while candles and small floating globes of light drifted about the chamber.

 Erevin sat in the chair gripping his sister’s hand between his, her face contorted in pain, the fresh Arcane Ink still bonding to her cheek and brow. The ink still looked like liquid gold on her face, growing darker as it dried. Soon it would be black as night like the marks on his own face from only hours before when their positions were switched. The pain had dulled and was more tolerable for him now. “Okay, I take it back.” She bit the words through clenched teeth. He smiled at her and slipped a short laugh. “See I told you it hurt.” Her eyes glared at him reminding him that her pain had not yet faded, when her grip tightened. “Why did we do this again” she growled? His face grew solemn and his eyes clear, “You are a Lionspaw as am I; it is a sign that we are members and servants of The People.” “Yes yes yes… all of that and your mother paid a very handsome fee for it to be done.” echoed the voice from the corner of the small shop. The Arcane Artist was busy putting her inks away and her brushes into her cleaning solutions. Keinyees Inkspinner was a beautiful Elf well into her adult years and renown for her skill with the brush. “It is a great honor and responsibility; after all I do not travel all the way from Evermeet for just any client, but then again… Lady Lionspaw is no ordinary client.” Taking a look around the shop, she shook her head and made a few hand gestures and set her kit and several other things floating through the air to their proper places. “If I’m going to be making regular visits out here I’m going to have to insist that Magus Attalicus provide a larger room for my needs… this will not do.”