I can't control their fear, only my own.
Her close analysis of his work made him want to hide it under the water, where it would dissolve into mush for no one to see again. Zavien knew it wasn't great, but the way her eyes scanned each detail felt like she was peaking into his soul. So when she suggested he sign it, he jumped at the opportunity to put on a dramatic expression. "But of course! How else will people know who made such a masterpiece?" Taking it very seriously, he grabbed a pencil to immortalize his art with his scribbled jumble of a name. He even pulled away for a moment to scrutinize his work with the pencil to his mouth before nodding his head and making one final swipe.
Zavien then presented the work to Lena with an insistent expression. "I expect to see this hung in the Celestine next time I visit. After all, it will be worth a fortune one day." He couldn't contain the facade for more than a moment, laughing loudly at the idea of him ever being a famous artist. Maybe if everyone went blind.
When she offered hers in exchange, he almost felt bad. It wasn't a fair trade by any means, but he nodded and graciously accepted the page anyways. It was fascinating to see the world from her point of view. The way she focused on the feathers of the bird and the vibrant hues of each shade. Or how she somehow managed to depict the whole rainbow with only a few colors. Admiring it with genuine appreciation, pushing aside his playful demeanor for a second, he smiled at Lena. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
Zavien then presented the work to Lena with an insistent expression. "I expect to see this hung in the Celestine next time I visit. After all, it will be worth a fortune one day." He couldn't contain the facade for more than a moment, laughing loudly at the idea of him ever being a famous artist. Maybe if everyone went blind.
When she offered hers in exchange, he almost felt bad. It wasn't a fair trade by any means, but he nodded and graciously accepted the page anyways. It was fascinating to see the world from her point of view. The way she focused on the feathers of the bird and the vibrant hues of each shade. Or how she somehow managed to depict the whole rainbow with only a few colors. Admiring it with genuine appreciation, pushing aside his playful demeanor for a second, he smiled at Lena. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
Zavien
