Mati could not tame to smile on her light earthen toned face. For a female that held so little dimension in her own coat she found the different hues fascinating and intriguing. She spent long moments looking at things and finding the colors that were hidden among the obvious. Nothing was just purely white, they held tones of red, pink and even small amounts of purple and blue. Black was not the absence of color, unlike what many thought black was deep blue and purple, and even if one looked hard enough yellow and red could be seen as well.
His gentle hand took hold of hers, and Mati allowed him to guild the brush along the textured canvas. Her eyes watched and her hand tried to remember the motions. She wanted to be good at this, to know and learn until it was as natural for her as it seemed for him. He moved with ease and experience, and if she wasn’t so enthralled with the different colors that developed as he painted Mati could have closed her eyes and just feel the brush fall sweetly against the canvas. The paint allowed to create what ever it wished.
He let her work for a few moments alone, sitting beside in silence. Breaking it only to show her where she had put too much paint in a certain place, or if she needed more yellow or a small amount of blue to shade it. It wasn’t criticism, for the words were not hard or angry, but soft and held a teachers tone. Firm, yet understanding. It wasn’t until he questioned her that she took her violet eyes from the canvas.
“I’d love that.” the girl spoke with a hushed excitement. She wondered what supplies he had there, and what other techniques he could show her. Pledging to practice and have something to show him when she sought him out next time.
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