"Slap it up there, hmmm?" Padma tilted her head and looked at the blank page. A purpose for the paint was probably necessary, so she decided to aim for a landscape. She dipped the brush in the dark green paint and began spreading it on the page approximately where the grass should be. It looked too much like a five-year-old's idea of what well-painted grass should be, and Padma remembered that Faelan always seemed to be mixing colours together on his canvas. She dipped her brush in the water, then dried it and put it in the blue paint.
Padma ended up with a wierd greenish-gray shade, and wondered if she could pretend she was aiming to paint a rock.
"I've never been very good at anything like this," Padma said, still valiantly poking the brush at the page. "I probably should have warned you of that before I made you let me paint."