Davin beamed, pleased with himself for such a fine choice in a best friend. Not that he had much of a choice in best friends, anyway -- Darrian was one of the only boys in the whole Alienage that didn’t throw rocks or push him in a stream every time they saw him -- but still! “What a friend you are,” he said, and meant it.
Losing his posture of importance, he plopped down in a cloud of dust and leaned forward eagerly. “Alright, this is what we need to do. I heard it’s Shianni’s birthday next week, and one of Markus’s stupid friends is trying to buy her some Orlesian bird. He likes her, I know it -- anyway, I need to get her something better, of course. That’s where you come in!”
Davin tapped his chin. “So, I was thinking you could draw her. She has to look beautiful! So put her in a really nice dress and make her have flowers in her hair and put a dog in her arms. Oh! And make her stand in a river, okay? And make her glow!”