COLORS | painting

[alaire]

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Accepted in during the rain, the boy found temporarily shelter within the fondly known tavern.  The bustling atmosphere presented a slight shock, so accustomed he was to lonesome traveling.  Upbeat and friendly, the ever-lively fox adjusted relatively quickly, though his molten gaze often lingered outside the tavern.

Over the shallow water, he found a number of quaint huts.  It took little more prompting for Alaire to wander the suspended buildings, until he found a small, empty hut.  Looking inside, the boy briefly considered a larger place -- only he had no sister, nor parents, to share it with.  Thoroughly disappointed by his own thoughts, a distraction began to be sought.  This empty hut would soon no longer be empty; to be the home it was meant to be.

Acquiring furniture and the like would take time, though it lacked immediate appeal.  Instead, Alaire began seeking the means to create more color, quickly and efficiently gathering small buckets of paint.  Blues he enjoyed particularly and Alaire began narrowing his eyes on the door.

Happy to busy his paws, the fox meticulously began his work.  Mixing dark and light shades, the door soon to become a blanket of rain.  A momento to the weather of his first days -- to the Halls of Hiraeth, to the Typhoon.
[align=right]Faileas. (n.)