Different, yes and no. Pippa was a clever and rather inventive artist when she had the motive and inspiration. Turning in his embrace so that she stood with her back to his chest and her arms folded over his, Pippa smirked. "Magic."

His nonverbal response to that caused a soft chuckle to escape her lips before giving him a valid answer, "Carefully, for the most part. It's done in sections, pieces." Seams she hid and disguised under patterns in color and by going back over them with painstaking care and a blowtorch. "Sand casting and molds, a bit of improvised lampwork. Alessandro calling me names and thinking less of my skill--casting is cheating if you ask him. He's been simply furious at me these last few months.

"And of course, memory." She tipped her head back to look up at him, studying the lines and angles of his face. "You're beautiful, you know? It might have been the most detailed but working on his face was also easiest. I already knew exactly what he looked like."