She almost turns her back on his painting, unsure of what to do with it, unsure of what it is or what it means. He paints color for the sake of it, she thinks, where she paints it to portray or to show lines and shapes. It's strange and she wants to see what she can make of it at least. So she reaches for chalk and starts where the paint has dried, up in the fractures of the sky--it's the sky she thinks, melding into sea--and she gently puts a line of white, separating sky from sea, ground from heavens. The colors above are mixed like clouds, tumbling over mountains and shore.
Brown and red mountains along the back of the shore, just shapes, beneath a sky, along the sea, back beyond it. Then skimming across the ocean, lines of color from a city that is only light in the darkness and soft patches of greenpink from the sky reflecting bright and beautiful. A few ships are scattered far back in this bay and she put them in in night colors, the colors of indigo and black, framed in in her green as the light touches. She tries to work in color, not lines now, patches of brights and darks.
The shore is harder, beyond the dots of light of a city so far back, away from the land in the front and so she simply adds by taking away. The land disappears beneath deep browns and indigo, spots of reds and greens and teals. No hives here, just land, like the land near where they set out on the First Ship, quiet and free from trolls. Lusus white is grey as she draws in small beasts, a tiny barkbeast in the shadows of a tree and a strange mix of bird and beast she once saw with its paws in the shallows and head dipped to catch fish.
When she pulls back enough to look at it all, it looks strange. So obviously the work of two people that she wants to wipe it all away. He paints and she sketches over it, adding in lines and places and things--she thinks he'd hate it. Her adding in the things she sees in it without even asking.
It's a world with only the barest touch of the trolls who ruled it and it's so peaceful. She wonders if he wanted peaceful in this.
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Brown and red mountains along the back of the shore, just shapes, beneath a sky, along the sea, back beyond it. Then skimming across the ocean, lines of color from a city that is only light in the darkness and soft patches of greenpink from the sky reflecting bright and beautiful. A few ships are scattered far back in this bay and she put them in in night colors, the colors of indigo and black, framed in in her green as the light touches. She tries to work in color, not lines now, patches of brights and darks.
The shore is harder, beyond the dots of light of a city so far back, away from the land in the front and so she simply adds by taking away. The land disappears beneath deep browns and indigo, spots of reds and greens and teals. No hives here, just land, like the land near where they set out on the First Ship, quiet and free from trolls. Lusus white is grey as she draws in small beasts, a tiny barkbeast in the shadows of a tree and a strange mix of bird and beast she once saw with its paws in the shallows and head dipped to catch fish.
When she pulls back enough to look at it all, it looks strange. So obviously the work of two people that she wants to wipe it all away. He paints and she sketches over it, adding in lines and places and things--she thinks he'd hate it. Her adding in the things she sees in it without even asking.
It's a world with only the barest touch of the trolls who ruled it and it's so peaceful. She wonders if he wanted peaceful in this.