(UNKNOWN) artisxagni:
the comment earns a giggle from the petite woman, the gentle stroking of her brush never ceasing as she answers him, ❛❛ well, you see… i paint this tree so that i do not become ——— how do you say ——— rusty ? oui ? ❜❜ she hardly finds offense in his inquiry. in fact, this stranger proves to provide a little bit of humor during an otherwise bland day.
“Thus you practice with a tree -- wouldn’t that just cause you to get stiff?”
It was a joke, of course -- and he wondered whether she would get it. He himself let a silent chuckle roll of his tongue, which sounded more like a scoff than anything else. Tilting his head just a little, he looked at the drawing, simply to check it out. Perhaps it was a boring picture of a tree, but it did look damn good.
