Ivmar
As he watched Taron get slowly, painfully to her feet, Ivmar couldn't help but scold himself. Why did he have to ask her to look at his work? It could have waited until she'd had a break from posing for him! His eagerness for critique had blinded his reason...and Taron was paying the price. At least movement didn't seem to be that painful for her, or else he'd feel downright terrible. Guilt was replaced by nervousness as Taron inspected the portrait. Was it good enough? Would she think it was terrible? Ivmar was on the edge of doodling on the ground to calm his nerves when Taron spoke.
She liked it...she really liked it! The way she spoke, it was obvious to Ivmar that Taron was impressed, awed, and pleased with his work. His first reaction to this was relief, which was quickly followed by pride and pleasure. This, his masterpiece, was coming along very nicely so far and it was great to hear praise for it. "Thank you Taron,"Ivmar said with a smile, "I hope to do as well with Rosto and Sedra too. As for myself...well, hopefully I do it well to keep the whole of the picture looking good, though I must say I don't care that much if I'm not perfect. Glad you like it so far though!"