บท 58: Feia's painting
Feia had ventured out of the castle one morning. She knew somewhere in the palace garden would be the fluffy animal. The sheep was grazing upon the grass in a small field of flowers where the nymphs trees were. Feia approached it carefully, holding a hand out until she touched its soft and fluffy coat. The material seemed to come off the sheep and into her hands. Suddenly she was holding the fluff in her hands. Holding it she felt a sense of purpose that she hadn't felt before.
She knelt to the grass and spread the material into a small square. When she finished she looked upon and saw how bland it looked. She grabbed a nearby flower and pressed it in her hands into dye. She didn't mind as the dye ran through her fingers. Carefully she applied it to the square just in a little blotch at first. She grabbed a different flower and made another blotch. Soon she was brushing different colours on into a marvellous painting.
"What are you doing out here Feia?"
Enisia approached her from behind looking slightly amused. Feia turned around and threw her hands in front of her.
"Don't trample it!" She cried.
Enisia stopped short, "you've changed." She said somewhat happily.
Feia seemed to come back into herself, realizing she had done something utterly unlike herself. She sat back down and dropped her arms to her side, swaying slightly.
"What have you been doing?" Enisia asked kindly.
Feia looked down at her hands, "working on something. You can come see if you'd like."
Enisia peered down upon Feia's work. At once she was enchanted by its beauty. On the fluffy fabric Feia had painted a portrait. Enisia stared down upon her own family. Airabella looked gorgeous, Onicent, clever and cunning, Amos strong and sneaky, Epis slightly aloof but kind. She looked at Rissa who looked deadly, and finally herself, strong and proud looking. Feia was also in the portrait but seemed the least remarkable.
"This is stunning," Enisia said leaning over it. She didn't even look up at Feia.
Feia smiled shyly. "Thank you."
"You should show our father." Enisia suggested.
Feia shook her head though at first. But Enisia insisted, secretly she knew it would help Feia if Onicent saw her talent.
Onicent was delighted by the portrait, so much so he hung it in the throne room. When it was up on the wall finally a slight breeze filled the room and spun around Feia. Feia didn't seem to change on the outside but something had shifted slightly inside. She felt stronger now, she knew she need cling no longer to her mother, she had found her own feet.
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