look, i have a lovely new table ;D
With a smile the woman watched her friend fiddle and attempt to open the can. She thought often about the fact that it was certainly odd that they had become such good friends. Besides her brother Mati didn’t have many that she could call her friend. If Ares had stayed, perhaps they would have grown closer. But Mati saw the pups she had helped to raise as her family more then a friend and even the other young woman, Princess, of her pack was not close to the Church woman. The two had a rocky history and though they had made a sot of amends, Mati still felt the tension between them. Princess’ relationship with Haven was questioned by the sister, but Mati had to believe that if he was happy and trusted the girl then Mati could as well. Strelein was just someone Mati could be herself around, and one that appreciated every color crazed quirk that she didn’t normally show.
The earth toned woman gave a soft and slight nod concerning ‘Citrus Splash’. It was a bright, yet deep color. It held the little light that the building gave, and Mati agreed that it would provide the necessary pop the male’s room needed. Though she could not see where it would be placed among the composition she had been holding in her mind. Still she liked it too much to set it aside and it seemed like he liked it too. Strelein’s voice floated to her ears and his soft tone made her only glance up at his face. His words were sweet, delicate and Mati held them close to her heart. Honoré was important, even though he had slipped in and out of her life so quickly. She had always wished him good will where ever he might be and was sad that she had been to young and too scared to go off and really look for him. It all seemed too late, and sort of sad that he was one of the only male role models that the woman could look to with pride.
She had a few, though the males of her pack were few and far between. It happened when the two leaders were females, and Mati figured that they were simply intimidated at times. But there were some, of course. When she was much younger her Commander Savina’s brother Ehno was a figure that she had looked up to. He was creative with woodwork and had built a small house that she still needed to paint. He had seemed like an Uncle figure, though he had given her bouts of disappointment, though it was Mati’s new promise to forgive and forget and more importantly leave things that did not involve her alone. Jaz was another, his kind smile and affectionate voice was always encouraging. It was odd that Mati saw a man she had only met once, and Onus the masked coyote the two that she looked up to most. Onus had met her when she was just a pup, and then he saved her from Corvus. Mati would never forget him, just as she would never forget Honoré. “I am sure he is well and happy. Just wish he was around to see the things I do now.” Mati spoke with a genuine smile, but she felt the sorrow.
Though this was it, the one thing that Mati needed, or so she thought. Perhaps she would be satisfied with nothing but her art for the time being. But soon enough she would find that there was a passion much deeper in her life. Paints and drawing would not leave her entirely, but take a back seat to what was to come. Ares had given her a small taste of the feelings that could be erupted from her being, but he was gone, and Mati was yet again left with her work. She need only wait, and her heart would know true love. But for the moment the Dreamer saw only art as her soul mate. It came with trouble at times, just as any writer or musician might Mati felt the creative wall bash against her head. Thick and unmoving she had hit it many times, and she wasn’t always able to moved above it. There had been moments where she had given up on a certain project, never to pick it up again or she white washed the canvas and started over again. Whether she was loving it eternally, or she was fighting tooth and nail against it Mati knew that it was the one thing she would always have.
Her companion spoke, and Mati stopped her search for colors to listen. At first she was surprised by his passion of choice, but it made all the sense in the world. Mati could tell that the male enjoyed all that was extravagant and held a creative touch. She could also nod at the fact that he wished to always grow in his talent and be better then the day before. “Maybe you can make something for me. Though, I’ve never worn anything really.” Mati spoke, shaking her head at the thought though smiling since it sort of embarrassed her more then she disliked it. “I do have a scarf though, just for fun.” her body was large, unlike the small figures of other females that traipsed around in dressed and gowns. She was tall and her shoulders broad and she had always thought that she was too large for anything that humans might have made to wear. Instead she traveled in the form Mother Nature had provided, and she had always felt just fine in it. But maybe if there was something that she wanted to look extra nice for, and then she might just want a dress or something to wear.
His talents did not stop at picking colors and sewing. No, the Miracles man was also a musician. As he turned around Mati was unsure if he was upset by her question. It was easy to let emotion get wrapped up into, but that was what made it all so enjoyable and what made it a passion to begin with. With the switch of his tone he moved the subject right along before Mati could think of anything to share. She liked his idea, and like it even more because he had come up with it. “Sure!” She said, knowing that the “Citrus Splash” would certainly work for a beach scene. “On another wall, that would be nice.” The woman took the “Surf” paint and placed it in the cart and then looked for a new light and dark neutrals. “We can do what ever you’d like.” Mati spoke with a smile.