And we only tend to practice that which we believe ourselves skilled at.
[ The great painters and tatoo artists and carvers she knows from Atlantis are those who, by their own admission, had been painting with their fingers as children and then simply...never stopped. Art had become a daily form of expression, and eventually a pleasure.
She crouches, picking up the portrait of Sieglinde; immediately, she smiles, perhaps understanding what the girl was trying to do. The bust is exaggerated, but the eyes, the pale skin and dark hair, even the dress belies her. Warmth floods her chest. ]
May I keep this?
[ It's a selfish request, but she allows it of herself. ]
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[ The great painters and tatoo artists and carvers she knows from Atlantis are those who, by their own admission, had been painting with their fingers as children and then simply...never stopped. Art had become a daily form of expression, and eventually a pleasure.
She crouches, picking up the portrait of Sieglinde; immediately, she smiles, perhaps understanding what the girl was trying to do. The bust is exaggerated, but the eyes, the pale skin and dark hair, even the dress belies her. Warmth floods her chest. ]
May I keep this?
[ It's a selfish request, but she allows it of herself. ]