A smile danced upon Qut's face. He rocked his head, gesturing a simple 'no' as he excepted the emerald goop. He examined the scrape that marred her back before massaging. the cure to her wing. "What I meant is," he began, carefully rubbing in the liquid. "... is that I am single - I'm sorry for emplying the wrong answer," he forced a weak shrug. Qut grew comfortable - it was hard to idenify that situation he had entangled himself in. He enjoyed her acceptance and trustworthyness for him - his only fears were failing to impress her.
<span style='color:red'>hey, dont worry about it, i'm not good with the whole wording thing either.. </span>she arched her back as he brushed by a sensitive spot, giving a small shudder. <span style='color:red'>oh i meant to ask.. apart from the sculpures do you do anything else, like painting? you seem to be very skilled with your hands.... </span>she paused taking what she had just said in<span style='color:red'> i mean with the sculpures that is....</span> she blushed giving a embarrassed smile.
A look of curiousity was cast upon his hands. Qut was talented with working with sculptures, but wasn't a skilled painter. The idea of copying reality to paper, something two demonsional, soiled his creatvity. He preferd to mimic things in the three demensional world, or at least above painting. <span style='color:red'>I can't exactly say I'm a painter,</span> he sighed.
<span style='color:red'>hmm... i do think that your sculpures are well, very good, i mean that. the most artisic thing i do is the skeches of the landscapes and people around the world, sculpures can catch so many things that a pencil cant... that one you showed me before, looked as if youd shrunk the creature and coated it in stone! its amazing how talented some 'dragons are in this world</span> she turned round to face him <span style='color:red'>your skill is amazing, i'd swap drawing for sculptures any day</span>
He made no notion to speak, but extended his broad paw. Resting upon his palm lied that unpeckably Uncoctua sculpture. "<span style='color:gray'>I really don't want it...</span>..." he explained. "<span style='color:gray'>I'd appericiate it if you took possession of it.</span>..."
morichais eyes lit up,<span style='color:red'> really? your sure? </span>she looked up at him <span style='color:red'>thankyou.... </span>she gently took the statue<span style='color:red'> i cant just take this.... you could have a few of my sketches? umm here</span>, she passed over her beloved book, take a few.. or i can do you one... she left her hand resting onhis paw while she placed thebook on his lap. she was getting tired now aswell she thought as she gave a small yawn, her eyes flickering with tiredness as her tail placed the statue in her bag.
