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Ugh, who madeTHAT?. Sure, if you don't mind I wouldn't mind ending the thread with my post, or if you want to that's good too xD
Strelein saw the look on her face that told him she had absolutely no idea what she would want to grace her features. Oh well. There was little to be done about besides giving the woman some visuals and options to choose for. Strel could try to scavenge some photos or something with pictures in them that had somehow been preserved through the ages. Surely something survived unexposed to the elements of the encroaching flora and fauna? Nevertheless, he would have to reassure her somehow that he would do what he could to help her decided on something that would be appealing. "Don't you worry about that, I'll try to find some resources to glance at." The redhead looked at her, more objectively now. He wondered what would suit her the most, considering her hobby. Something that would be trickier to get paint on, or perhaps something that paint would look intentional on. Maybe try to make a medium dress with a more spring-like quality with many splotches of dye that went together. "But do try to think of something, alright?" He grinned at her encouragingly.
Noticing the amount of things in the cart, Strel gave a worried look. It looked pretty heavily laden with painting materials. There was a well-worn path made by the pack to and from Halifax, but even then there would be the ice, branches, and other things that would get in the way of a clean move. Plus whatever bumps happened to be in the path would wobble the cart, making it harder to push. They would simply have to find a way to push on through, or else they would be forced to either carry it in trips or recruit more help. Strel did not really want to have to rely on more people on their personal project. That would make it feel slightly less special, he felt. "I'm sure it should be fine, Mati," he offered, trying to sound confident enough to agree with the Church woman. Though he felt a little more confident in the fact that they would certainly struggle every bit of the way home unless they found a paved human-made path.
He chuckled, clapping his hands together once. "You certainly seem like a yellow kind of person." The color certainly seemed to suit her. To him, her color was more of a soft yellow, like a nice pastel. It seemed to reflect her more than a bright, obnoxious kind of yellow that stung if you looked at it too long. Then, laughing a bit more brightly at the amount of things in the cart, the redhead rolled his eyes at Mati. "You sure we won't need anything else? Maybe another cart full of rollers? Sponges?" he teased gently, moving to stand beside the woman as she managed to push the cart through the debris of the aisle. Strel added whatever strength he had to aid her, wondering why he never bothered to build himself up to be a more attractively built male instead of a rather lanky thing. "Let's hope for lucky brush strokes!" he cried out, first pounding up into the air.
Ugh, who madeTHAT?. Sure, if you don't mind I wouldn't mind ending the thread with my post, or if you want to that's good too xD
Strelein saw the look on her face that told him she had absolutely no idea what she would want to grace her features. Oh well. There was little to be done about besides giving the woman some visuals and options to choose for. Strel could try to scavenge some photos or something with pictures in them that had somehow been preserved through the ages. Surely something survived unexposed to the elements of the encroaching flora and fauna? Nevertheless, he would have to reassure her somehow that he would do what he could to help her decided on something that would be appealing. "Don't you worry about that, I'll try to find some resources to glance at." The redhead looked at her, more objectively now. He wondered what would suit her the most, considering her hobby. Something that would be trickier to get paint on, or perhaps something that paint would look intentional on. Maybe try to make a medium dress with a more spring-like quality with many splotches of dye that went together. "But do try to think of something, alright?" He grinned at her encouragingly.
Noticing the amount of things in the cart, Strel gave a worried look. It looked pretty heavily laden with painting materials. There was a well-worn path made by the pack to and from Halifax, but even then there would be the ice, branches, and other things that would get in the way of a clean move. Plus whatever bumps happened to be in the path would wobble the cart, making it harder to push. They would simply have to find a way to push on through, or else they would be forced to either carry it in trips or recruit more help. Strel did not really want to have to rely on more people on their personal project. That would make it feel slightly less special, he felt. "I'm sure it should be fine, Mati," he offered, trying to sound confident enough to agree with the Church woman. Though he felt a little more confident in the fact that they would certainly struggle every bit of the way home unless they found a paved human-made path.
He chuckled, clapping his hands together once. "You certainly seem like a yellow kind of person." The color certainly seemed to suit her. To him, her color was more of a soft yellow, like a nice pastel. It seemed to reflect her more than a bright, obnoxious kind of yellow that stung if you looked at it too long. Then, laughing a bit more brightly at the amount of things in the cart, the redhead rolled his eyes at Mati. "You sure we won't need anything else? Maybe another cart full of rollers? Sponges?" he teased gently, moving to stand beside the woman as she managed to push the cart through the debris of the aisle. Strel added whatever strength he had to aid her, wondering why he never bothered to build himself up to be a more attractively built male instead of a rather lanky thing. "Let's hope for lucky brush strokes!" he cried out, first pounding up into the air.