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His own images of fantastical landscapes and designs were unable to flow forth from his mind, but at least he could paint the trees in front of him. Dipping the brush in a mixture of reds and yellows, he painted the leaves that symbolized the beauty of Magnarta upon the canvas, each brush stroke precise, yet free. Gentle, yet bold. Sevrannis hadn't painted like this for over a half a year. The mid-morning melodies of nature accompanied by soft heat of the sun brought forth a sense peace upon the village of Jiender. He was glad now that he had taken his sister's advice; he might not have been able to paint like this if he had stay in Enche Lanche. He had been nervous about leaving at first, but now he knew it was worth it. The young man took a breath of fresh air and exhaled.

"This is a really nice place," Sevrannis said to himself as he finished painting in the leaves before taking out a smaller tipped brush from one of his bags, "So many things to paint out here. When I finish with these trees, I'll move on to that stream from before." His stomach growled. "Uh... after I get some food."

The red haired man finished the smaller details on his painting, stopping every now and then to look up from the easel or to let a bit of the paint dry. A few minutes more and he was finished, standing up to check his work, placing the used brushes in a small container of water at his feet. After writing his signature on the lower end of the painting, he hung a small sign that said, "Please Do Not Touch: Drying", and made his way back to the inn.

Stepping into the inn, Sevrannis was graced by the smell of freshly baked breads, apples, pineapples, honey, and jam, all neatly arranged on the main dining table where the other inn's occupants, a Met Nymph couple, sat, staring hungrily at the spread.

"'Bout time ya made it, Mister Sevrannis," grumbled the innkeeper, a middle aged, well-built male Inish Hyma, from his seat, "the wife's been forcin' us to go hungry waitin' for ya! And on Magney's Day, too!"

"We were waiting!" added a male Met Nymph. Next to him a female Met Nymph nodded cutely.

"Waiting!" she said.

Sevrannis scratched the back of his head sheepishly whilst bowing slightly in forgiveness. "Oh, I'm sorry. I had gotten too absorbed in my painting... Um, you didn't have to wait for me you know."

"Oh, nonsense," the wife, a large, but attractive, female Hyma, replied, "It's Saint Magnarta's Festival, a time for sharing the bounty. Besides," the wife's eye's began to sparkle, "it's not everyday you get to have master painter Sevrannis Jesfahlt stay at your inn!"

Sevrannis chuckled nervously, a faint blush evident on his cheeks. "O-oh, please, miss, I'm not a master or anything, just someone who likes to paint." He still couldn't believe how much of a coincidence it was that the wife actually had one of his paintings hanging on the wall behind the counter. 'The River Archway, one of my favorites,' he thought, glancing at the painting.

"And so humble too~" the wife cooed before waving a hand toward an unoccupied seat, "Now, you must be hungry! There's enough for all of us, so dig in!"

"Eat!" The Met Nymph couple yelled in unison, raising their short arms over their heads in excitement before attacking the pineapples.

"About time!" The innkeeper said, licking his lips as he lathered a large helping of honey and sliced apples onto a slice of bread.

Sevrannis sat down on his chair and grabbed a few apple and pineapple slices and a couple biscuits and ate happily. He'd have to paint a picture for the wife for such a wonderful breakfast.

The painter looked forward to the festival.