[Mairon had been similarly skeptical, but all his investigations had seemed to support the idea, strangely enough. He's untrusting enough that he would still be more than willing to credit any evidence that proved it was a lie or illusion, but so far he has no such evidence.
When she presents her drawing, he nods. There is a good level of detail to the sketching, even if it is not complete. A decent level of skill, for a mortal.]
It is well done. I can work with this.
[And it is only the work of a few moments for him to reshape the stones until they resemble the formation in her drawing. The parts she hadn't drawn he fills in with his own imagination, so they may well be of an improved design—in his opinion. A light like a flame flickers over him as he works—he does take pleasure in work, even such a small thing as this.]
no subject
When she presents her drawing, he nods. There is a good level of detail to the sketching, even if it is not complete. A decent level of skill, for a mortal.]
It is well done. I can work with this.
[And it is only the work of a few moments for him to reshape the stones until they resemble the formation in her drawing. The parts she hadn't drawn he fills in with his own imagination, so they may well be of an improved design—in his opinion. A light like a flame flickers over him as he works—he does take pleasure in work, even such a small thing as this.]
Near enough.