Kyri looked over her shoulder at her husband as they walked inside before Marie tugged her into one of the other rooms to sit down. As she did, her eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall opposite the couch. A smile crossed her face, and she looked over at Marie while pointing to it.
"Evan painted that, didn't he?" she asked, recognizing the ocean view from Atlantis.
Marie nodded. "He sent that to me last year for my birthday. He was always so talented," she said.
Kyri nodded and turned her head, noticing the painting above her. "Did you paint this one?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile before answering Evan's question about his sister and nephews. "I taught Evan how to paint after he started taking my brushes and paints to play with when he was child. I knew he needed to learn to mix them on a pallette and not on himself. You can probably imagine the colors he managed to get on himself."
"It's beautiful," Kyri said, causing Marie to blush. "It's not hard to imagine Evan with paint on himself, though. I usually end up cleaning at least a little bit off him after he's been painting."
Marie chuckled, looking up at her son as he walked in to join them. "I was just thinking about showing her the pictures of you using yourself as a pallette, but I think I'll wait," she said. "You've told me quite a bit about Kyri in your letters, Evan, but you never mentioned how you two met."
Kyri looked over at Evan, knowing that the entire story of their meeting wasn't exactly one they could share. "We met through a mutual friend," she said. "They came to visit my hometown, and she introduced us."