The worst thing about always being on the move...
Neos looked over the lantern design, elbows on table and chin resting on intertwined hands, in thought of what to do with the color. "I don't know if this world has anything akin to a paint thinner, which is something that can be added to a specific amount of paint to make it more translucent but still keep its color, without causing the paint to become runny. If it does, that might be useable for this."He then shrugged before laying his arms on the table, crossed over one another at the wrists. "You could also use watercolors to paint it, but I'd highly advise letting it dry fully after completely painting one side before moving on to another side. You could mess up the colors if you don't."
He glanced over towards his own sheets, quickly making a few small doodles on one of them. One of them showed him and another almost-identical figure in a clearly-bloody fight, fangs and claws visible on both of the seeming twins. The shading suggested they were in a darkened area, and the figure representing Neos looked to have literally thrown a sphere of light at the twin, who was firing a bolt of lightning from his hand towards Neos. Both of them had slashes visible across their faces and over various parts of their matching attire, blood staining both of them. "...something to remember, though many choose not to. All important to the forming of your life deserve to be remembered...if not also respected."
He had admittedly muttered to himself that line, but it was just loud enough to be heard.
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
