The two birds who had been busily pushing paintbrushes around the canvas with their beaks paused in their work when Bastien spoke. In eerie unison they turned their heads to look at Bastian, unblinking. The raven on the art supplies table let out a derisive caw of amusement, a single word making its rough-voiced way from his beak.
"How," it managed, clever tongue shaping the word before it flapped over to the guildmaster's canvas to perch. The pair with the paintbrushes made quiet little croaking noises at each other, then went back to tracing their abstract designs around each other, their feet tracking the wet paint in slender-toed tracks along with the smoother lines left by the brushes. One of them kept a surreptitious eye on Bastien while he merrily went about his artistic task, while the other seemed wholly focused on adding more color from her brush.
"How," it managed, clever tongue shaping the word before it flapped over to the guildmaster's canvas to perch. The pair with the paintbrushes made quiet little croaking noises at each other, then went back to tracing their abstract designs around each other, their feet tracking the wet paint in slender-toed tracks along with the smoother lines left by the brushes. One of them kept a surreptitious eye on Bastien while he merrily went about his artistic task, while the other seemed wholly focused on adding more color from her brush.
