He floated in front of her painting for a moment, studying its irregular blotches and semistraight lines. "You`re getting better, my lady."
"Don`t patronize me."
"No, really, Your Highness. When you started painting five years ago, I could never tell what it was you were trying to depict."
"And this is a painting of..."
Ashe paused. "A bowl of fruit?" he asked hopefully.
Sarene sighed in frustration. She was usually good at everything she tried, but the secrets of painting completely eluded her. At first, she had been astounded at her lack of talent, and she had pressed on with a determination to prove herself. Artistic technique, however, had totally refused to bow beneath her royal will. She was a master of politics, an unquestionable leader, and could grasp even Jindoeese mathematics with ease. She was also a horrible painter. Not that she let it stop her — she was also undeniably stubborn.
"One of these days, Ashe, something will click, and Шёдд figure out how to make the images in my head appear in canvas."
"Of course, my lady."
Sarene smiled. "Until then, let`s just pretend I was trained by someone from Svordish school of extreme abstractionism."
"Ah yes. The school of creative misdirection. Very good, my lady."
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