Diesel pursed his lips, “You could paint something cliche like your cat or architecture, maybe a sunset?” He made a face at that, “What about a friend? The human form’s been done to death but I guess we’re fledglings so maybe it doesn’t count.”
Briar nibbled on her lip and tilted her head at the blank canvas. "But it's just that, cliche." Her eyes darted over to his for a moment, "A friend? You mean like someone here? Uh--maybe. Would that be symbolic though? I guess if you put it under the terms of human form..I don't want to paint them wrong and them get offended though."

















