08-19-2009, 06:44 PM
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Of course I don’t mind, ^=^
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"Yeahs," Amata responded dreamily. It was a strange thing, to think that she could keep a flower forever without it dying and turning to dust. It was an even stranger thing to think that she could keep anything that she painted forever. All the things that she loved and cherished could be painted, and she could keep it forever and remember forever. What a wonderful thing indeed! The only thing that remained for Amata was to figure out how to paint all those things.
Amata looked up at Mat-tea, her head tilted inquisitively as she lowered her rump to the flower. "Yous can makes all the colours in the world with only three colours?" How strange! How wonderful, too! The blue and green eyes turned toward the palette. She wondered what she could make with every colour. The little ears lifted suddenly as if in surprise when the older girl spoke again, and the pup’s wide, round eyes, having lifted to Mat-tea, turned back to the palette and to the colours being mixed. "Umm..." The little voice trailed off as she leaned in, the blue and green eyes carefully observing the magic of blue and red making purple. Briefly the bi-coloured eyes shifted to look at the violet eyes of the older girl before returning her gaze to the mixed paint. There! "Yeahs!" she confirmed with a certainty. "Thass the colour of you’s eyes." Amata wished that she could make the colours listen to her too. And there was an impulse within the girl to reach her paw out and start mixing colours at random, to see what two colours would make another. She wondered if all the colours in the world would come out for her too.
"Oh-no-ray?" The pup repeated the name slowly, finding the sound and the name strange and funny. It was unfamiliar, too. She did not think that she had ever met someone named Oh-no-ray. "Him painteds bird houses toos? Wow!" To the little girl, painting a bird house was an amazing feat. "What iss a canvas?" Her head tilted inquisitively. She did not think that she had ever heard the word ‘canvas’ either. Today, as every day, was full of new things. But today’s new things seemed particularly special, though Amata didn’t know why. Suddenly, Mat-tea’s finger brushed across her cheek.
The young pup looked up, suddenly pulled from her very important musings. At first, Amata didn’t know what had happened, and she looked blankly up at the older wolf, smiling. Then, feeling that there was something wet on her fur, the creamy pup’s face srunched up as she tried to see what it was. At the very bottom corner of her eye, she could see the hint of the bright colour. "Hey," she countered, but she wasn’t upset. The white girl giggled happily, trying to lick the paint but not succeeding at all. "Oh wells, " she said, shrugging with a happy smile. "Iss a pretty colours." Giggling, she got up and bounded over to Mat-tea. "We’s can paints anything! We’s can paints on me too!"
Of course I don’t mind, ^=^
500+
"Yeahs," Amata responded dreamily. It was a strange thing, to think that she could keep a flower forever without it dying and turning to dust. It was an even stranger thing to think that she could keep anything that she painted forever. All the things that she loved and cherished could be painted, and she could keep it forever and remember forever. What a wonderful thing indeed! The only thing that remained for Amata was to figure out how to paint all those things.
Amata looked up at Mat-tea, her head tilted inquisitively as she lowered her rump to the flower. "Yous can makes all the colours in the world with only three colours?" How strange! How wonderful, too! The blue and green eyes turned toward the palette. She wondered what she could make with every colour. The little ears lifted suddenly as if in surprise when the older girl spoke again, and the pup’s wide, round eyes, having lifted to Mat-tea, turned back to the palette and to the colours being mixed. "Umm..." The little voice trailed off as she leaned in, the blue and green eyes carefully observing the magic of blue and red making purple. Briefly the bi-coloured eyes shifted to look at the violet eyes of the older girl before returning her gaze to the mixed paint. There! "Yeahs!" she confirmed with a certainty. "Thass the colour of you’s eyes." Amata wished that she could make the colours listen to her too. And there was an impulse within the girl to reach her paw out and start mixing colours at random, to see what two colours would make another. She wondered if all the colours in the world would come out for her too.
"Oh-no-ray?" The pup repeated the name slowly, finding the sound and the name strange and funny. It was unfamiliar, too. She did not think that she had ever met someone named Oh-no-ray. "Him painteds bird houses toos? Wow!" To the little girl, painting a bird house was an amazing feat. "What iss a canvas?" Her head tilted inquisitively. She did not think that she had ever heard the word ‘canvas’ either. Today, as every day, was full of new things. But today’s new things seemed particularly special, though Amata didn’t know why. Suddenly, Mat-tea’s finger brushed across her cheek.
The young pup looked up, suddenly pulled from her very important musings. At first, Amata didn’t know what had happened, and she looked blankly up at the older wolf, smiling. Then, feeling that there was something wet on her fur, the creamy pup’s face srunched up as she tried to see what it was. At the very bottom corner of her eye, she could see the hint of the bright colour. "Hey," she countered, but she wasn’t upset. The white girl giggled happily, trying to lick the paint but not succeeding at all. "Oh wells, " she said, shrugging with a happy smile. "Iss a pretty colours." Giggling, she got up and bounded over to Mat-tea. "We’s can paints anything! We’s can paints on me too!"