49th of Spring, 515 AV
Lotvie laid himself out, his pink seal tail flipping and flopping softly against the ground of the Syliran fields as his eyes wandered across the blushing evening sky thoughtfully. He took a moment to enjoy the sights before him: The colors of a fading sun; the soft, luscious wave of the grass in the wind; and most beautiful of all, the sweet sight of the stars, just beginning to peek out from hiding. Lotvie's heart warmed at the sight of the stars, and, though he would never admit it, the artist's eyes may have even teared up. They skies were more beautiful than anything, and tonight, he would capture them.
Or so he hoped.
Pulling out his materials, Lotvie set to work organizing them. First, he placed his canvas on the ground before him. It was small- too small to properly capture Zintilia's beauty, but it would have to do. He took comfort in the fact that the canvas was at least white, and was not used for scratch work before. A clean canvas was always a good start.
Next, the Akvatari unpacked his brushes from his bag. One was large, and soft as a bird's feather. Another was small, and stayed hard and steady. Each were useful in their own way, and so he treasured them both.
Lastly, Lotvie pulled out his paints. He set them out before him in rows, so that they might be easily accessible whenever he felt the urge to use them. Although he did not have an unlimited supply of paints, there were many for him to pick from, from blues and pinks to greys of multiple shades. No whites were available, nor were there blacks, but Lotvie felt that tonight he would not need such concrete colors.
Tonight was about the color that was there in the darkness, even when you didn't believe it.
And so, with a happy flutter of his crystalline, violet wings, Lotvie picked up a brush and watched the horizon once more, just waiting for night to fall upon him so that he might take advantage of its beauty.
Lotvie laid himself out, his pink seal tail flipping and flopping softly against the ground of the Syliran fields as his eyes wandered across the blushing evening sky thoughtfully. He took a moment to enjoy the sights before him: The colors of a fading sun; the soft, luscious wave of the grass in the wind; and most beautiful of all, the sweet sight of the stars, just beginning to peek out from hiding. Lotvie's heart warmed at the sight of the stars, and, though he would never admit it, the artist's eyes may have even teared up. They skies were more beautiful than anything, and tonight, he would capture them.
Or so he hoped.
Pulling out his materials, Lotvie set to work organizing them. First, he placed his canvas on the ground before him. It was small- too small to properly capture Zintilia's beauty, but it would have to do. He took comfort in the fact that the canvas was at least white, and was not used for scratch work before. A clean canvas was always a good start.
Next, the Akvatari unpacked his brushes from his bag. One was large, and soft as a bird's feather. Another was small, and stayed hard and steady. Each were useful in their own way, and so he treasured them both.
Lastly, Lotvie pulled out his paints. He set them out before him in rows, so that they might be easily accessible whenever he felt the urge to use them. Although he did not have an unlimited supply of paints, there were many for him to pick from, from blues and pinks to greys of multiple shades. No whites were available, nor were there blacks, but Lotvie felt that tonight he would not need such concrete colors.
Tonight was about the color that was there in the darkness, even when you didn't believe it.
And so, with a happy flutter of his crystalline, violet wings, Lotvie picked up a brush and watched the horizon once more, just waiting for night to fall upon him so that he might take advantage of its beauty.
