assault their senses with persuasion - painting

[torren]

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M e r a k i . v.
The call for a painting session through the Scottish wildcat off-guard.  He hardly felt put-off by the idea however surprised he was, raising to his paws.  Curiosity guiding the way, Torren found himself among a small gathering group around the colorful Tangler he recognized to be Feza.  The snow leopard seemed in her natural habit surrounded by tools of the craft.  And that's a lot of glitter.

He glanced at Wormwood, voicing an inquiry into the important process of how.  The prince hardly minded earning a pair of messy paws for the sake of art, though given the sheer amount of paintbrushes, he suspected that option obviously open.  "I'm happy to participate, Feza."

Only now he wondered what to paint.  The caverns his country lived within?  His family?  The stars came to mind, along with it a more recent, treasured memory.  I'd like to paint that.  "And you have my gratitude for setting all of this up." It seemed to him, a somewhat big job, given how many supplies she was organizing and he intended to make her feel proud for the effort.  No doubt, she intended on painting as well and he wondered what she might come up with -- something with glitter, most like.