01-19-2020, 11:27 PM
Everything stays, right where you left it.
But it still changes, ever so slightly, daily and nightly.
Truth be told, Aurum had never one who thought much of painting. There had been a few paintings inside the tall buildings that had once represented home for him back in the Pride, but they had never represented the escape for him that books and writing had, and perhaps that was why now he was more partial towards those art forms. Still, to say that he didn't believe anyone should paint was a gross exaggeration. He knew well that there were some very beautiful paintings out in the world, and even though he didn't know all of the intricacies and techniques that went into them, he could still appreciate the emotion and hard work that had been poured into them. It seemed as though Delilah really loved tasks like painting, or knitting. Anything that could utilize her limbs and give her mind an outlet, something that the lion could very much understand himself. After all, even though he focused more on practical everyday work than the creative arts, he too enjoyed taking time to just sit down and make something. That was why, when he was padding along and he came upon Delilah carefully painting, he found that his interest was piqued. Padding over slowly, the proxy observed the splashes of color in front of him for a long moment before addressing Delilah, offering her a small smile, "Hey, Del... your painting looks nice. Did you say you're gonna do Leroy? Better be careful. Wouldn't want to get his bad side and have him say you're slandering his image." He chuckled the faintest bit at his own little joke, trying to lighten the slightly melancholy mood that he knew was hanging over Delilah ever since she had returned.
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