cups of paint and memories

Delphine

Delphine had a keen idea of what she would paint, and the colors she'd need. She set to work with another green, turning to face Noah as she mixed. "That one uses this green lichen that grows on trees, mostly dying trees." She explained, moving to tip the bowl she was working on towards him.

"But this green used a hanging moss." She explained, "Hanging moss makes a great bandage in a pinch." And another of her paints used ivy, and one used oak leaves... She could prattle on about the components of her paints, she really could.

Eventually, she'd mixed two bowls of varying shades of green, plus the one Noah held, and moved to pour each paint into its own jar.

Settling a paintbrush in each, and holding out a jar that held a variety of paintbrushes, she ushered Noah to grab the brushes and a jar of paint, claiming two and heading towards their chosen wall.

"So we're going to start..." She moved to set the paints down, to stand on the back of the couch and gesture, towards the highest point of the wall. "But we should definitely move the couch, I'm not an expert at cleaning paint out of couch cushions."

I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.