COLORS | painting

[devland]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]Devland had an appreciation for art, but he didn't consider himself talented. Granted, the pages of his journals and notepads were frequently lined with quick sketches of insects and other things that caught his eye (spoiler alert: it happened quite often). Even though he enjoyed his little drawings, he never really considered it art. It was just something to occupy one moment, something to keep his mind busy.

He sat in the shade of a tree, eyes softly picking over the words he had splashed on his journal's pages from earlier. Concentrating on the notes were difficult, however, as voices reached him. He recognized a few of them. Abandoning his review, Devland stuffed his journal into a small bag and sauntered closer to the beach. It took only moments to find the small group, gathered around a fox who was painting.

"Well, color me impressed," the boy chuckled in greeting, slowing to a halt beside Keona. He glanced at the others, flashing a smile to Trygve, Georgia, and Paola, before his eyes settled on Alaire. "Devland Taji," he extended his name as an afterthought, almost too caught up in the hues to remember he should introduce himself.