The barn was expansive, the ceiling set high above the pair. The air was made cold by the old construction’s drafty form, and if she looked up she would see that the roof was not complete. When it snowed, small flakes would find their way though the large rafters, dotting the dirt floor. Their voices were lost in the open space, and as he spoke his words were almost lost in the empty building. His tone was still hesitant, tension lingering in the syllables. Her eyes caught his small smile, wondering if she was only making things harder for him. Did he deserve a moment’s rest? Was he worthy of a few seconds without the guilt that was thickly written on his face? She did not think that many would find his actions and absence appropriate when thinking of the loyalty a Dreamer must posses. But he was responsible, the Church wolfess would give him that.
Mati was surprised, “You didn’t paint it?” For some reason she had imagined that he had given it color. But it was some time ago, maybe even a year. It must have grown dusty, lost somewhere in a closet. Maybe it was time to revive the small creation and give it the finishing touches it deserved.
It had been so long ago, at a time that was left slightly fuzzy. No one could remember every memory of their childhood, it being a time of such development. But there would be moments that could never be forgotten. Mati didn’t think that she would forget him and his wooden house, their trip to the basement and discovering the canvases. It was a fond memory. How would she feel what she looked back on this moment, if she remembered it… The Earthen toned lady moved and turned to face the male. A small, forced, smile cam to her face and she spoke with a tone that she willed gentle. “Will you help me, bring some back?” Mati wanted to forget, to move forward. It was not an easy task. The tall woman took hold of some of the boards, to bring back to her studio.
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