I can't control their fear, only my own.
Chuckling lightly, Zavien continued to think about painting crows as he scratched the pencils across the paper. Shapes and lines were being solidified in playful arcs of movement and color. It wasn't something he (or anyone else) would label as 'beautiful,' but he enjoyed the process and the unique visual it created. He could see why Lena did it.
Out of his peripheral, he noticed the bird that had caught her attention. The iridescent rainbow reflected lightly onto its brown feathers, making it an interesting art piece. Rather than try butchering the image on his own page, Zavien stared long at it, capturing the picture in his mind. It would fade with time, but his emotions wouldn't as the peaceful simplicity helped him take a moment and appreciate nature.
Apparently his question had struck a chord as he listened to Lena talk about her sister and their dragon. Zavien didn't miss the implication of the lantern, dipping his head in respect for her lost sibling. "That's beautiful. I'm sure she appreciated the effort." He gave her a soft smile of understanding, not wanting to push her on the sensitive subject that she may not want to discuss. Instead, he considered the return of his own question. Not being much of an artist, he didn't ever like to look at his own work. Lifting up his sheet and turning it all around, he gave her a playful smile. "I'd have to pick this one. It's my best one yet!" (Picture this or this) Turning to show her, he pretended to be very hopeful of a good review, giving her big innocent eyes. "What do you think?"
Out of his peripheral, he noticed the bird that had caught her attention. The iridescent rainbow reflected lightly onto its brown feathers, making it an interesting art piece. Rather than try butchering the image on his own page, Zavien stared long at it, capturing the picture in his mind. It would fade with time, but his emotions wouldn't as the peaceful simplicity helped him take a moment and appreciate nature.
Apparently his question had struck a chord as he listened to Lena talk about her sister and their dragon. Zavien didn't miss the implication of the lantern, dipping his head in respect for her lost sibling. "That's beautiful. I'm sure she appreciated the effort." He gave her a soft smile of understanding, not wanting to push her on the sensitive subject that she may not want to discuss. Instead, he considered the return of his own question. Not being much of an artist, he didn't ever like to look at his own work. Lifting up his sheet and turning it all around, he gave her a playful smile. "I'd have to pick this one. It's my best one yet!" (Picture this or this) Turning to show her, he pretended to be very hopeful of a good review, giving her big innocent eyes. "What do you think?"
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