04-14-2009, 02:35 PM
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Honoré exhaled harshly; providing a loud snort to express his disagreement. Damn women and their insecurities! What the heck was she afraid of? He was about to ask when she seemingly read his mind and gave him an answer. The Québécois then shook his head, a little put off by the girl’s lack of confidence. “You not ruin it,” he reassured her, which was something he normally wouldn’t do. He watched her mimic his every movement with great interest.
Asariel was doing extremely well for someone who’d never touched a paintbrush before. Something in the way she held the brush irked him, though. She held the instrument a little too tightly and it showed in her work. So he stood up and moved around the picnic table, joining the cream-colored femme on the other side. “Wait,” he said, adopting a sitting position beside his new apprentice. The Frenchman did not take the brush away from her; instead he simply put his hand over hers. His goal was to provide some form of guidance. So he corrected her movements, making them a little more fluent. “Like this, tu comprends?”
Asariel was doing extremely well for someone who’d never touched a paintbrush before. Something in the way she held the brush irked him, though. She held the instrument a little too tightly and it showed in her work. So he stood up and moved around the picnic table, joining the cream-colored femme on the other side. “Wait,” he said, adopting a sitting position beside his new apprentice. The Frenchman did not take the brush away from her; instead he simply put his hand over hers. His goal was to provide some form of guidance. So he corrected her movements, making them a little more fluent. “Like this, tu comprends?”