Paint with all the // open+weekly task // colors of the wind

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Atbash had told him to find a way to decorate the new territory. That was good. That was a way to distract himself again. So, he dragged out a bunch of paint supplies and found a large blank canvas. It was most of the paper he had left from the city in large bunches but this would be worth it. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from going back if he needed more. Was there? No, it was better to just avoid that topic entirely right now. He wasn't in any condition to even consider going out. It wasn't safe and that was the end of it. Then again, maybe he wasn't safe here either anymore. No, no, no. He'd promised himself he'd be done with it, so he was. Before his mind was allowed anymore time to drift back to the subject, he spoke, "Hey everyone! So this is for my weekly task n' I was thinkin' tha' since we can't really do cave paintin's anymore, maybe we could put up a mural ta' celebrate the first time we all came 'ere. I know it wasn' under the best ah' circumstances but most everyone's safe now and those that aren't are well on their way ta' recoverin'. I 'ave a bunch ah' these paintin' supplies out so feel free ta' put anythin' ya' want on 'ere," the husky called with a wide smile. This was good. He was doing two of his favorite things, painting and interacting with his clanmates. This was good. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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