Riona didn't think that Rabastan meant now when he offered to teach her. She could only stare at him as he set up a fresh new canvas and glanced between it and him when he offered her the brush.
"Now? I mean...right now?" She took the brush from him, turning it over in her hands. The handle was smooth in her hand and she looked at the blank canvas set in front of her. She could easily see why the first stroke would be the hardest.
"How do you know what you want to do?" she asked. "How do I start?"