Pleased that she seem pleased, he shrugged and sat back to examine his work with critical eyes. "It's not my best," he said humbly, although he secretly was happy with the way the colors had come together in such a short amount of time. "But there's a lot that can be done with magic. I'm not sure how much of it is really me and how much is simply... magic." At least where his paintings were concerned. His sketches were another story, as he'd practiced years to capture the realism necessary to earn praise from his teachers, both at home and school.

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