The truth of the matter was that Ezekiel, while master archer and undoubtedly skilled in the ways of the wild, had absolutely no artistic vision. He recognized the difference between something being admirable to look at and not, but this was a view often based on how well it functioned. Siobhan had appealed to him because she was unique; Talitha was the same. Oddities were things he noticed. His horse, for example, while likely seen as handsome to some, was just the same as another horse to Ezekiel except ‘bigger’. People and animals fell into these stark classifications in his world.
So while he did not understand Talitha’s excitement over making something pretty, he was glad for her mood. With a glance to Enkiel, who only stared ahead with his deep gaze, Ezekiel let out an over-dramatic sigh and advanced towards his sister. “Tell me what to do. Enkiel will help too,” he added loudly, getting a slight reaction from the small jackal.
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