"I can try." Drawing was never something she was good at, but she does what she can. A rough sketch of a simple gown with long sleeves and a high collar for her sister. Another rough gown with long sleeves and a modest square neckline for her mother. A sketch of a pair of tailored trousers, a simple and loose shirt, and a vest with buttons down the front for her father and brothers - and an add-in sketch of sleeve caps with a note that these should be added for her father and youngest brother. All of the drawings have notes about seams, buttons, embroidery, and undergarments, in the hopes that it'll help Steve at least a little bit. If Steve can't make things out, or make sense of them, Amelia knows a tailor who can interpret for him.
While she sketches, she addresses his question about her siblings. "I'm the eldest of all of the children in my family. My eldest brother - Marco - is three years my younger. He's the typical second child: stubborn, headstrong, wanting to prove he's better than me in every way. But he's got something that I find myself envious of some days - his own family. He's a doting father and husband, spending all of his time when he's not working reading to my very small niece and nephew and seeing to his wife's every need." There's some scribbling of notes at this point and it takes her a minute to recover from whatever bothered her about her drawing before she continues.
"My youngest brother, Ciro, is four years my younger and a scholar. While he has the tendency to be quiet, he's got one of the sharpest tongues I've ever come across. But that really only shows when he's home with the family - when others are around, he's the very essence of kindness and humility. And while he is those things even with us, we see the softness tempered with an often sarcastic manner. That's if we can get him to take his mind off of his duties as a scholar or their heir to our family title, that is." The love she has for this brother in particular is obvious. Why is yet to be explained, but the result is obvious.
"And then there's my little sister, Cecelia." She laughs softly and shakes her head before even beginning to explain. "The girl is ten years my younger, frail, and pampered because of it, but because she isn't allowed to go out much, she is content to use that to her advantage. She's full of fire and life, even if her body won't let her take advantage of it. She's forceful, but not reckless. Easily excited and almost always in a good mood, even when she's feeling her worst. Cecelia wears her heart on her sleeve, in both the best and worst ways possible. But she is the youngest child, so that is often to be expected."
Once she's done with her rough sketches a minute later, she'll offer the notebook back to Steve. "I'm sorry if they're terrible. I never was much of an artist." At least not in the normal sense, anyway.
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While she sketches, she addresses his question about her siblings. "I'm the eldest of all of the children in my family. My eldest brother - Marco - is three years my younger. He's the typical second child: stubborn, headstrong, wanting to prove he's better than me in every way. But he's got something that I find myself envious of some days - his own family. He's a doting father and husband, spending all of his time when he's not working reading to my very small niece and nephew and seeing to his wife's every need." There's some scribbling of notes at this point and it takes her a minute to recover from whatever bothered her about her drawing before she continues.
"My youngest brother, Ciro, is four years my younger and a scholar. While he has the tendency to be quiet, he's got one of the sharpest tongues I've ever come across. But that really only shows when he's home with the family - when others are around, he's the very essence of kindness and humility. And while he is those things even with us, we see the softness tempered with an often sarcastic manner. That's if we can get him to take his mind off of his duties as a scholar or their heir to our family title, that is." The love she has for this brother in particular is obvious. Why is yet to be explained, but the result is obvious.
"And then there's my little sister, Cecelia." She laughs softly and shakes her head before even beginning to explain. "The girl is ten years my younger, frail, and pampered because of it, but because she isn't allowed to go out much, she is content to use that to her advantage. She's full of fire and life, even if her body won't let her take advantage of it. She's forceful, but not reckless. Easily excited and almost always in a good mood, even when she's feeling her worst. Cecelia wears her heart on her sleeve, in both the best and worst ways possible. But she is the youngest child, so that is often to be expected."
Once she's done with her rough sketches a minute later, she'll offer the notebook back to Steve. "I'm sorry if they're terrible. I never was much of an artist." At least not in the normal sense, anyway.