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@ohshadow continued from here

Sliske squints, faced with a hard truth, no matter how sugared Solar puts it. He'll go to the grave with his secrets, thank you. He's a closed mollusk, only opening when he saw fit, working to steer away from coming face to face with his secretive yet charming nature. "You gonna float away or something?" He plants his knuckles into each hip while gazing up for once at their feet.

What kind of colors—? He closes his eyes as if blindfolding himself from a canvas to think. Vhrosevphaels could see colors unnamed beyond most people's perspectives and wavelengths. Rarely did he get to tap into that. "Art has no rules," Sliske states before picking his pallets carefully, "Iridescent. Like soap bubbles. Light purples. Pastels and vivids that together yet match well without clash."

unable to help it, she bursts out in laughter. this reaction is further spurred on by their upsidedown view of sliske standing there, bemused as he was. solar laughs so much they fall over — gently, like a bundle of feathers. “ — only figuratively ! why, I barely ever keep my feet on the ground.”

with their arms splayed out on the ground, solar redirects their attention to the sky above them while sliske contemplates. for this short moment solar is still, seeming content to watch the clouds pass.

the answer given instantly puts life back into zem. she pops straight off the ground and onto her feet to clasp one of his hands in hers. “oh, what !! I appreciate that — I mean, what lovely imagery ! ” their beaming grin mellows back down to a smile, although with no less feeling; always with great feeling. “and, you know, personally I think being unfinished is great. we keep making new strokes.”

“ — or we meet people that leave impressions on the canvas ! ” solar lets go of his hand and frames their own face to accentuate their largest smile yet, sincere to their last. “you know ? ”