Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
His chide is met with a shy laugh, her hand coming up to cover part of her face - as if she might be able to hide behind it. She then pulls her hand up to poke his mustache. Immediately she recoils and giggles. She's reminded of the first time they'd met, the way his beard had tickled her. "Maar jou snor.. kielie!" She informs him, punctuating the point with another grin.
Spioneer, huh? She'll have to remember that one, making a note of it for future use. She tilts her head at his exclamation of something... green, and immediately looks about for clues as to what that might be. But she doesn't spend too much time doing that because he starts to paint.
She follows his lead, as she'd intended to, grabbing her own brush. This one is a bit too big, picking one similar in size to his. In comparison, her hand is far too little to reasonably balance the paintbrush. Not that that'd deter her. Instead, she starts to paint and subconsciously sticks out her tongue as she works. She chooses a dark color (for the hair) and begins to paint Sunjata with his mustache.
It ends up looking simple - like a stick figure, or maybe worse - but... well, considering she's colored it in, it looks okay. For her age, anyway. She tilts her head at it and then looks over to examine Sunjata's progress.
"What is thaat? A bug!?" Genuinely unaware that of what it's supposed to be, she is stumped.
Spioneer, huh? She'll have to remember that one, making a note of it for future use. She tilts her head at his exclamation of something... green, and immediately looks about for clues as to what that might be. But she doesn't spend too much time doing that because he starts to paint.
She follows his lead, as she'd intended to, grabbing her own brush. This one is a bit too big, picking one similar in size to his. In comparison, her hand is far too little to reasonably balance the paintbrush. Not that that'd deter her. Instead, she starts to paint and subconsciously sticks out her tongue as she works. She chooses a dark color (for the hair) and begins to paint Sunjata with his mustache.
It ends up looking simple - like a stick figure, or maybe worse - but... well, considering she's colored it in, it looks okay. For her age, anyway. She tilts her head at it and then looks over to examine Sunjata's progress.
"What is thaat? A bug!?" Genuinely unaware that of what it's supposed to be, she is stumped.
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
