Aristide couldn't help the look of disappointment. "I'll find a way to convince you," Aristide decided stubbornly, the look of disappointment melting into one of determination. Scabior had a look to him that Aristide thought would look great on canvas.

Aristide moved and leaned over so that the other boy could help him with the paint. "In my head, this painting would have you with a sword, about to face a dragon. Or perhaps on flight on the dragon through the air if you tamed it instead."