Laughing at the comical expression on Seren's face, Saiden watched as she reached for more paint herself. However, he wasn't fast enough to stop her from knocking the can over. Immediately, he picked it up again, but the damage was already done: a pool of blue had marred her previously perfect painting.
However, he didn't stop moving. One hand unsheathed his knife while the other reached for any water he could find. A tendril of it rose from a barrel nearby. Carefully, he began scraping the still wet paint from the paper as best he could. When the knife was covered in it, he washed it off with the water, then repeated the process.
However, he didn't stop moving. One hand unsheathed his knife while the other reached for any water he could find. A tendril of it rose from a barrel nearby. Carefully, he began scraping the still wet paint from the paper as best he could. When the knife was covered in it, he washed it off with the water, then repeated the process.
