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[b]Tagress: Park[/b]

[i]“Wow, Dylan! Where did you learn to paint like this?” Estelle cooed.[/i]

He smiled up at her. "Oh, I've been painting my whole life. As my mother used to say, I learned to color before I learned to walk." Turning his gaze back to the painting in front of him, he continued to finish up the detailing as he talked. 

"When I was older I enrolled in the art school in my home town. Since the Church of Aislin was based out of there the school was one of the best in Ddear. At least, that's what they wanted us to think. Maybe it was true." He gave a carefree shrug.

"And after that…" he trailed off, his expression darkening. "Well, I spent a lot of time with one of the art patrons, a young heir who used his families' money to cultivate all kinds of art, as his parents had before him. It was a…good time. I met a lot of great artists, had time to practice my work and my magic. But alas, all good things must come to an end." 

He fell silent, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. Estelle had only asked a simple question, but he had rambled on about his life. Perhaps he should ease up on the wine. "Well," he said with a blush, "I hope that answered your question."