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As he knelt on the floor next to his daughter and the container of firedust between them, Temo kept quiet as he watched his daughter draw using the fire dust making various lines and shapes on the bits of wood scattered about the floor around them. He thought to himself that it looked like his daughter might be a up and coming artist.
A bit of a smile grew on his muzzle as it warmed his heart to see Dalgina having fun going about her task of decorating the chunks of wood that were before her. She seemed to be learning to draw pretty good with her paws and he wondered how much better she would aspire to when she can change to her optime form. Although he himself was not an artist and cannot draw, he would help her as best as he could.
He kept quiet so as not to disturb the concentration of his young artist as she crawled around on the floor possibly getting more ashes into her fur than on the wood. Occasionally he would move the bin of ashes so as it would not get knocked over and spilled onto the floor by her enthusiasm and kept it in reach of her questing paw so she could dip the paw into the ash.
Image courtesy of randompointoflife@Flickr
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