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"Once humans have seen your portrait, they won't be so
surprised when they see you in the flesh. Isn't that what you
want?"
Tosch looked at Kyra. "Can he draw?" he asked.
"Raise your right wing just a little higher," said Seron,
as he painted Tosch's picture in the forest clearing where
they had first met. "Just a bit higher. Yes. Good. Don't
move."
"I think I look better with my wings lower and my head
higher," complained Tosch. "And I've got a great profile
from the left side. You said so, yourself."
"My purpose is to create a dramatic effect," the painter
reminded him, "not necessarily to make you look your
best."
"I don't understand the difference," sniffed the dragon.
"If I look good, the picture looks good, right?"
"It's the other way around, my friend," laughed Seron.
"If the picture looks good, you'll look good."
"Hmmph."
No one else was offering to paint pictures of Tosch, so
he remained a willing model despite differences with Seron.
The peacemaker was Kyra. She often joined them in the
forest clearing, stroking the dragon's head when her
husband released him from a long, torturous pose.
Tosch, however, was not the easiest model to paint. The
brass dragon would often arrive late for sittings;
sometimes he wouldn't come at all
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