Saiden didn't mind the dampened enthusiasm from Seren. If anything, it was a nice break: she was a very energetic little girl. "It's an osprey." He said it in a tone that indicated how important that was. "Do you want to know why I made an osprey." Smiling sadly, he gave the lantern a once over, noticing every flaw, every imperfection.
But it had been made with love, and that's what mattered.
Following her finger, he very carefully lifted both of the lanterns, using just a touch of air magic to make sure they didn't rip. Setting them down on the shelf, he reached out with his magic. It twined around his hands and face, washing around his face, before moving on to Seren and doing the same for her.
As he cleaned her up, he resealed all the cans of paint. Putting the paint, the paper, and the rest of the supplies back into the bag he'd brought, he used a bit more water to wipe down the paint splattered table.
But it had been made with love, and that's what mattered.
Following her finger, he very carefully lifted both of the lanterns, using just a touch of air magic to make sure they didn't rip. Setting them down on the shelf, he reached out with his magic. It twined around his hands and face, washing around his face, before moving on to Seren and doing the same for her.
As he cleaned her up, he resealed all the cans of paint. Putting the paint, the paper, and the rest of the supplies back into the bag he'd brought, he used a bit more water to wipe down the paint splattered table.
