I can't control their fear, only my own.
Zavien wasn't quite sure what the word 'corvids' meant and he narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion. With the context, he assumed it had to do with birds so he laughed heartily at the thought of a class of studious crows making art. "I'm not sure they would make very good students, contrary to their intelligence level." In his experience, they tended to be more mischievous and cunning, refusing to follow directions and preferring to pilfer shiny objects.
Her next offer had him smiling in preemptive embarrassment, but he reached for the page anyways. "Thank you." Zavien settled for rolling onto his side, propping his head on one hand to free his other for 'drawing' (if one could call it that). His teachers had tried to work with him on cleaning up his penmanship despite the futility, and art had been even worse. He'd never had many chances to practice, and the few times he did were riddled with frustration. They never turned out the way his eyes perceived the world. The yellows weren't bright enough and the smiles didn't feel genuine. So he opted for making random shapes and patterns, letting the colors overlap in abstract lines.
Letting the pencils scratch against the paper, he asked Lena, "Do you have a favorite drawing?" If she used it to capture memories, she probably chose pleasant moments and he was curious as to what caught the Attuned's eye.
Her next offer had him smiling in preemptive embarrassment, but he reached for the page anyways. "Thank you." Zavien settled for rolling onto his side, propping his head on one hand to free his other for 'drawing' (if one could call it that). His teachers had tried to work with him on cleaning up his penmanship despite the futility, and art had been even worse. He'd never had many chances to practice, and the few times he did were riddled with frustration. They never turned out the way his eyes perceived the world. The yellows weren't bright enough and the smiles didn't feel genuine. So he opted for making random shapes and patterns, letting the colors overlap in abstract lines.
Letting the pencils scratch against the paper, he asked Lena, "Do you have a favorite drawing?" If she used it to capture memories, she probably chose pleasant moments and he was curious as to what caught the Attuned's eye.
Zavien
