BREATHE | painting

[gael]

♛

Typically, the holidays brought some excitement.  Anticipation, fond smiles and secretive murmurs throughout a small family home -- it all belonged to the past now, replaced by ash and pain.  The black and red vulpine remained somewhat optimistic however, for he planned on giving Aine a good Christmas, but the absence of her mother and brother seemed to grow more and more tangible everyday.

Finding his treehouse vacant of decent decor, the faerie opted to find distraction in work using his paws.  Since art remained his most passionate hobby, Gael found no trouble discovering the enthusiasm to paint.  His target for the present became the exterior of his treehouse.  In typical mural fashion, the vulpine simply painted what came to mind.

Swirling strokes of wind, budding flowers and vines, familiar symbols such as the triskele and anwen, even splashes of flames and ash.  Golden eyes studied the remaining blank spaces silently, figuring that Aine may enjoy finishing the exterior of their home.

In the the meantime, he realized he may need to find some more water to wash all the paint off his fur.

"[color=#5c4c62]ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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