I can't control their fear, only my own.
The positive light she painted of Frey was an interesting contrast to Talyson's. His previous conversation had made the herald sound like a cruel, petty being. Perhaps it depended on the approaching person and their request. Lena didn't seem like the kind to ask for anything outrageous and Tal had admitted to making a poorly considered prayer. If her ever chose to call upon Frey, he would be sure to take caution. Giving Lena a warm smile, he said, "Hmmm... I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."
As she turned her sketch towards him, he admired the colors and depth of detail. Not having seen much art except his own scribbles, Zavien didn't have anything to compare it to, but he thought it was a beautiful rendition of the Rainbow Road. Lena should give herself more credit. "Not at all. Mine would look like a gore crow got into the art supplies." His laugh shook his whole body against the stone at his back as he continued to take in the intricacies of her work.
The idea of capturing a moment was something he deeply related to and his mood sobered slightly. "I can understand that." He thought about how his mom's face was slowly fading from his memory. What shade had her eyes been? Did she have any beauty marks? How had her nose been shaped? None of the specifics came to mind. If he had a picture of her, would it change any of his sentiments? The only thing that Zavien would never forget was her bright smile and how it could lift the weight of any situation off their shoulders. She was sunshine in a bottle. He just hoped that he'd inherited even a drop.
Zavien wondered what memories came to Lena's mind when she said that. Had she lost someone too? Nowadays, it was hard to find a person who hadn't. Yet it didn't change the pain that came with the vacancy. Feeling saddened at the thought, he tried to let the warm sun instill a peace to soothe that ache.
As she turned her sketch towards him, he admired the colors and depth of detail. Not having seen much art except his own scribbles, Zavien didn't have anything to compare it to, but he thought it was a beautiful rendition of the Rainbow Road. Lena should give herself more credit. "Not at all. Mine would look like a gore crow got into the art supplies." His laugh shook his whole body against the stone at his back as he continued to take in the intricacies of her work.
The idea of capturing a moment was something he deeply related to and his mood sobered slightly. "I can understand that." He thought about how his mom's face was slowly fading from his memory. What shade had her eyes been? Did she have any beauty marks? How had her nose been shaped? None of the specifics came to mind. If he had a picture of her, would it change any of his sentiments? The only thing that Zavien would never forget was her bright smile and how it could lift the weight of any situation off their shoulders. She was sunshine in a bottle. He just hoped that he'd inherited even a drop.
Zavien wondered what memories came to Lena's mind when she said that. Had she lost someone too? Nowadays, it was hard to find a person who hadn't. Yet it didn't change the pain that came with the vacancy. Feeling saddened at the thought, he tried to let the warm sun instill a peace to soothe that ache.
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