At Dalgina's mention of her drawing and that some were hanging up in the house, memories sprang up in Temo's mind. Memories of the times that they spent drawing together. When she was still a pup and trying to draw with her paws. He felt she was a budding artist then when her drawings made with her paws were better than his made with his hands. It was joy that he felt inside knowing that his prodigy seemed to have found her calling at an early age. It was a long time before he had found something that he was decent at and enjoyed doing.
He returned his memories to Dalgina's drawings that his lovely mate, Jace, had hung up throughout the house. The drawings that would put a smile in his heart as he looked at them whenever he went in and about the house. They always made him feel better even if he was not in a good mood. Your drawings are beautiful and you are getting real good at it.
He chuckled a little at her excitement over the field of flowers. He had seen it in passing from time to time, Yes, i saw thee flowers, they are pretty and colorful. he nodded his head a bit in agreement of her excitement. After spending most of his time contained in the town where they lived and he worked, he had not gotten out much, There are places to go hiking? he asked curiously as there was once upon a time in ages past where he had gone hiking from time to time.
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