Choice adds the last of his highlights, then cleans his brush. When he is satisfied, he collects shimmering gold paint onto his brush. With his steady hands, he begins the crown that circled the hilt of the sword. It wasn't his mind the image that he painted came from, it was from something far deeper and older than himself. Filigree was carefully painted, shadow and light applied, and Choices eyes never left his task.
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Date: 2006-09-13 11:43 pm (UTC)