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Mati was sure she could come up with something to paint, but it needed to be something that he liked. Something that was close to his heart, for he needed to want to look at it each day he woke up or every time he passed the wall he chose. It was up to him, and Mati was glad to leave it with him to figure out. Great. She said, wondering if he would choose something related to his native lands, or just something that peaked his interest.
She wanted to show him all that the city had to offer creatively, for she was always eager to speak about art to anyone willing to listen. At times she was certain that she rattled on and on at an annoying pace, but it was nice that there could be others that enjoyed the same things she did. Okay. Was all she could really mutter, excited and slightly astonished he really wanted to see her again and that he wished to look at art with her. Mati rose as he did, saying goodbye with a voiceless wave. She silently wished him the best of luck with the war, and living in Inferni. It didn't always seem safe, and the scar on his face proved it. But she could not wonder long why he had chosen to live there, everyone had their reasons.
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