SSWM - 420
She remembered the first time she had taken up paints and a brush. A male from the Valley had thought that her attempt to open a tube of yellow paint was more like a quest to eat it, and figured he best rescue her. She had used her teeth like the puppish fool that she was. He had then taught her, all the elements and they to work the bush along the canvas, and how to use color as her greatest tool. She wouldn’t forget the way he had told her to hold the brush, how to move it along the rough surface. Later she developed her eye for color, nurturing it and letting it grow with each piece she did. There was nothing more satisfying then finishing a piece of work. No, capturing the perfect color. Or maybe it was the moment she had her picture, the very best composition in her mind. Nothing was better. She wanted to share it, to find someone that knew her love and could appreciate it. Mati was lucky to have gotten lost in his pack lands, and find the redhead as he practiced his music. Never since meeting her art tutor had she known anyone that cared so much about the creative process.
The time passed so slowly, and Mati worried that he hated it. But he was smiling, and it was a genuine and grand smile that she could not see as anything but excited. Excited about the prospect and idea that she gave. “Really?” she asked, slightly astonished that at the first try she had nailed what he would like to have as his mural. A hand went a can of paint, white, and she lifted it into the carriage. They would need to bring the while thing back with them, the thought of it bouncing along the uneven ground assumed her to no end. “Oh im so excited!”
“Right! Yeah, that’s what I’m envisioning.” She looked away, eyes focusing on nothing but the image in her mind. A hand came up, as she needed to study it. “The city isn’t destroyed. Its alive, formed as it was the day they built it.” She looked back at him, she features a bit more serious then before. Though the smile was something that she couldn’t shake. “It’s the melting of human and,” She paused to find the best word to fit the idea, “us.” it was nature against the machine, bright against the dark. “We’ll win though.” The female assured him.
By Erin<33