Again, Riona looked between Rabastan and the paint, feeling very on the spot. "Um...ok," she said, looking at the pallet of colors in front of her. The possibilities seemed endless and she felt overwhelmed. Art is to help control and express emotions. She closed her eyes, wondering what she was feeling at the moment. Well, other than anxious. Actually...
She opened her eyes again, the brush dipping within the yellow. It was just a stroke across the white surface. She tilted her head to the side, looking at it. It was so solid at first, where the brush had first made contact with its muse. It was not a straight line, but dipped and bent before the color trailed off. She smiled, liking the look immediately. Who would have thought that just that one stroke would be so perfect?
Instead of washing off the brush to pick a new color, she picked different places along the white area to get the rest of the yellow off. Sometimes it would be another line, sometimes just areas of yellow. Blue, purple, white, and orange became a part of the mix and before she knew it, most of the canvas was filled. She studied it. It looked too...formal. Clean lines with just splashed of color. She spied another brush, clean and unused. Reaching for it, she blended some of the colors together, making them run together. She smiled as she took the rest of the paint on her brush and flicked it across the canvas.
After awhile, she took a step back, admiring her work. She turned to Rab, a rather large smile on her face.