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“No… not that type of rut my dear… as in its something I’ve always done… as if I must do it or everything else feels off. A compulsion I believe is the proper word.” he half shrugged walking over to a cabinet to take out a new canvas. He lifted Shawn’s painting up he breathed lightly on it, the paint drying from the cool. “Here you are… if you’d like I can show you some techniques that I’ve learned over the centuries to truly help your paintings come alive” He lifted the easel, a clean palette and a set pastel paints with brushes. “At the very least I’ve heard my works of art are rather amazing the only amazing thing about them is the feeling they give me as I make them.” He turned walking outside a layer of ice building over his skin to keep the sun off of him. He set up and began to paint the sun in a inverted color scheme and the city below as it was… except thousands of wondering spirits. Everything looked far to real for a painting as he continued on one could almost mistake it for a portal of sorts if it was held within a wizards tower. “The world is seen differently to each different set of eyes… you can ask a man what color something is… they may answer with the same color… but if you ask them -what- they see… truly… no the titles and perspective placed by the powerful is… you’d never get the same answer.”