it was the sign i needed ;; Painting, O

[Grimm]

He knew how to paint, if in a base senses, the whimsy derived from the boundless wonder a child exhibits giving muddled shape and form in smeared adornment of varying hues. Enjoyed the work for the actions staged, end product a mere after thought addressed when such time grew apparent. Yet solidified his thoughts towards such, creation in a sense, something new and unique given existence. Still basic that he may produce, his own prior instance of crafting a piece across cliff face evident of such.

There was no jealousy tainting delicate heart where it was housed within breast simmering with a low ache, inhale expected yet deprived of. His own approach had been conducted with the reveal that permitted perusal of that which adorned canvas, the basic details present alongside more defined. Closer did he tread, between vision turning, each individual addressed before unfinished painting drew him once more, barely halted a misstep, made up for as he settled upon his haunches. "Looks like you." Light the rather obvious remark Foam offered, closer his scrutiny as the realisation dawned, forth leaning as eyes narrowed.

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i think that's a burn but we seldom learn, you know fire's too strict a teacher, stoking up the coal with another pull silence and smoke poured out, but there'll be time in distant days, time enough for me to shape my ways where my ambitions lift my indifference and no more of the day is a waste

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