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    adler, after so many years of living had many hobbies. he'd picked them up from family members, clanmates, loners, boredom, and just randomly began doing something. for example, he liked to bake, knit, paint, write, braid hair, collect jewelry, and so much more. but he mainly loved to paint. he found painting to be truly beautiful and amazing. he thought that panting a scenery or a person was far better than having just a regular photo of them. unlike photos paintings had the ability to bring out a certain life in someone. not to mention you could manipulate their expression in ways impossible to a photo. if someone wasn't a smiler then you could simply paint them smiling, although it would most likely look a tad off considering how unusual it would be. but the thought was still nice.


    he loved painting so much. and he may not have been absolutely amazing at it. he may not have been the best painter around, but he enjoyed it, and that's all that matters sometimes. if you enjoy something then just do it. unless it was something illegal or insane, that was a conversation for another day. but that was besides the point.


    a soft smile placed itself on adler's face as he pulled the miniscule brush across the canvas before him dragging a trail of bright blue after it forming a line that added to the sky. continuing this for a few more times, washing off his brush, dipping it into a new color, and repeat he was finished. pulling away with a smile he remained silent. it was not good.

    The ability to draw was a skill that Nadia did not possess. She had doodled a bit as a child, usually on her parents’ fur, but she’d never been too great at it. It just didn’t speak to her the way it did to some, and she’d stopped when she was allowed to explore the territory. She had never even tried to paint; the goopy colors weren’t super appealing. Glitter was fun to play with, but when the mess wasn’t sparkly, she turned into a bit of a neat freak.


    When she saw Adler painting, she was curious, and she padded up to him with a little smile. “Hey,” she purred, walking around to see his canvas from the front. “That looks, um, really cool.” It wasn’t totally the truth; she had seen much better paintings in her days. But he seemed to be enjoying it, and she could tell what he intended, so that was what mattered.





    Canoris padded up, seeing Nadia and Adler. She didn't know either of them well, but they both seemed like perfectly fine members. She liked to make a point of getting to know her fellow clanmates fairly well, so she approached the two staring at a canvas. Adler seemed content with his creation, and Nadia seemed like she was trying to compliment it but choked on her words as they came out. Huffing with amusement as she labeled it cool, she, alternatively, asked with a tilted head and a concerned expression, "What... is it?"

    She’d always loved watching people work, especially when they were painting or drawing. She found it so amazing how they did it, how those shapes and forms were made. She’d never been able to draw, to scared to stay near the paper long enough to press a paintbrush or pencil into it. The most she did with paper was read, which was less as hands on and stressful as drawing. She’d always gotten frustrated when she messed up so she just knew putting her in front of an easel was a wildfire waiting to happen. So she was happy to just sit back and watch.


    She was reluctant to bother him and had been as silent as she could as she sat behind him until Nadia and Canoris had spoken ruining the silence. She’d take her chance and sheepishly pipe in "You’re really talented. Umm if I can ask who taught you?" all skills had to be acquired from somewhere, even her flimsy control over her fire had been learned and honed from a whole ton of sources.

    "Speech."

    as he continued to stare blankly at the ugly mashing of colors across the canvas before him he was dragged back to reality by the voices of three blizzardclanners. twisting around he looked at each of them. a stranger, canoris, and another stranger. either way he offered each of them his usual laidback smile and with a click of his tongue he responded to nadia's initial compliment, "uh, it's uh, not great," he chuckled out with a shrug. it was good enough for him though.


    "what is it? a waterfall?" he shrugged. he had initially been trying to paint a waterfall but it seemed he wasn't as good at painting as he though. either way he still enjoyed it and would continue to paint to his heart's desires. candela's words caused his warm gray eyes to fix on her and he let out a slight chuckle as he spoke, "oh, i'm not that talented, but i'm self taught," he responded with a humble shrug. he never had many friends, but he did have tons of family. although none of them knew how to paint. he had just begun teaching himself while travelling alone one day and it had just stuck.

    She blinked, tilted her head, tilted it back again, and then inhaled sharply, "Oh! I see it now. That's what the blue line is supposed to be. Got it." She blinked a few more times at it, trying to discern more detail from it. As her daughter came up and remarked on how wonderful it was, an incredulous look fell on the wolf's face. She turned back to the painting. What was she missing? "It seems my daughter has a better eye for art than I do. No surprise there." She gave a dry laugh, remembering how lost she was when Ella was trying to arrange a garden.