Woodstains [Open]

”Luckily a few of my pigments made it over with me from Northaven.” Remi said with a nonchelant shrug. “The rest I’ve found simply by exploring. The flora here is so much more vibrant than back home. Though I have learned a good deal of it is more poisonous as well.” With a raised brow, Remi nodded towards the containers. “So no chewing on your brushes.’ The alchemist warned which was a habit that he himself had. Bastien’s sudden interjection caught the alchemist off-guard. Magic among a commoner like himself was rare, and he knew that hybrids were probably even more so, but of course Bastien didn’t know either of those things about him. Perhaps he assumed he was a commoner by his dress and diction, but certainly magic such as the creation of canvases was no large feat? He’d seen children do much more impressive things. Looking skeptically amused and perhaps wondering a bit if Bastien was making fun of him, Remi offered a crooked smile as he slid the canvases across the counter. “I ...am not sure it is teachable.” He hedged, really having no idea where the magic came from (Ludo, he thought), as he very much doubted it was some sort of latent ability. That being said, Remi knew very little of magic as it was, so perhaps there was a chance for the artist. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence