Closed Overcoming Suspicions [Jesslyn]

[Svasra]

Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey Looking at Jesslyn, Svasra could tell she thought she was sad about being an Icemaiden. Being alone all this time. It was confirmed as Jesslyn said brightly, "There's really nothing to be ashamed of. You know... Sylvia calls me her Lovely Icemaiden. I have accepted that not all of us are granted that 'blessing' of pestering husbands and whinny children. But are blessing is on our skill." Svasra smiled at her friend and nodded. "I truly hope that is right," she chimed, not saying anything to dispute it. She would acknowledge she was alone, but no male in Avanthal made her feel 'in love'. Could she even tell what that felt though? How can you know? When she was younger and asked questions, her parents always assured her "she would know when she felt it". "Have you ever seen Morwen yourself?" Jesslyn asked, seemingly wistful. Svasra opened her mouth to reply, but the girl continued the train of though and spoke a bit more. " . . . And that maybe she would like to have someone to talk to once in a while. I always hoped I would be that someone." Svasra tilted her head slightly, listening to the words. She wanted to meet their Goddess. See the Queen of Winter. Talk to her. That's all she asked for. Noticing the slight change in color of her eyes, something she hadn't seen before, the woman knew this seemed quite the great dream. Svasra reached out her hand and settled it on top on Jesslyn's. "Morwen is the reflection of winter itself. Beautiful, harsh, and cold. Yet, her heart is the sun that comes out of the dreary clouds, her voice the essence of snowflakes, and touch the chill of ice." Svasra paused and then added in a more mournful tone, "I haven't met her. My parents said she came after my birth to grant me her mark, but I have not seen her since." In the moments that Svasra lapsed into silent thought, Jesslyn spoke once more, "Now, tell this tale that sounds fascinating and ignore my constant talk." "Wait, Jesslyn." She paused, hesitant to offer what she was, and not completely sure she'd be able to grant it. "I am seeking the audience of the Queen come the Spring, nothing formal, but . . perhaps you would like to come with me? I can tell you do not have her mark, though she probably knows all about you - she has a way with that." Svasra smiled and squeezed Jesslyn's hand. "Why don't you think about it, while I tell the story?" Without further ado, Svasra began, closing her journal as she didn't need it to tell this tale. The Story : "This tale does not begin on the world of Mizahar, the world of the stars, or even the deep cores of darkness. It starts on a land that is ours, yet isn't. That is ingrained into the soil, the sky, and the sea, yet stands distant. That is full of secrets none of us could bear to hear. The land of the Gods. "It is, was, and will be, the place our deities reside in. From our Goddess Morwen, to the prison of Ivak." Svasra paused as though listening, "Yes, she does rule over Avanthal in a human form. In her cold beauty and warm heart. Yet, Morwen still lives in the world of the Gods, as that is the manner of such land. It spins its own threads of fates, and resides in the very essence of the Gods. "For a long time though, the land of the Gods was the only place they could stay. Mizahar was young, and under-populated, no matter the interventions of their djed. Many Gods sent life into land and sea, breathing open mouths and gently sculpting fins. Only their magic could reach the land though, as they found their bodies too full of purity and stars to fully enter the realm of mortals. Their pathway to here was narrow and poorly paved, many Gods only sending their gifts and messages. "Faith, though, does not just come in the form of rituals and spirits. It comes from belief, for it is the same. Even the most faithful followers were deeply saddened by the fact their Gods were absent, only short messages bringing His or Her word down to their ever-listening ears. They wanted to see their Gods, touch them, feel as though they could be one and the same. Know their looks, their speech, and their touch. Such is the way of mortals, many will not believe what they cannot see, no matter the force of signs and symbols. "The belief in Gods waned, as new generations claimed the insanity to believe such invisible deities, starting to give their gifts to simply the way of man. The birds were not a gift of Ewyaat, they were simply born with men to hunt. The seas did not flow with Laviku, they were there to sail upon and be explored. Winter did not come from the beloved breath of Morwen to give the earth a chance to rest itself before spring, it was the death of the earth until the relief of the warmer seasons. It was no gift, it was a curse. "Angered, the Gods attempted to shake their uncertainty, sending negative gnosis marks and brewing storms across the land. Those with negative marks though died quickly, as they didn't believe in the power of the Gods and were easily picked off. Too quickly to spread their tale. People began to notice the dying around them, and grew wary, though the atheists eagerly claimed no God would kill off their creations, they would simply prove they existed, thus it must be a plague." Svasra stopped, and sighed deeply, as though praying for the salvation of those that lack belief and respect. "The Gods held together a great meeting, coming as one in many forms. In the land of Gods shape is an idle thing, a spirit moving fluidly and yet staying the same. It is something the Gods have never been able to describe to us, and we cannot fully comprehend. " 'What can we do?' one Goddess asked, Priskil, looking to the others with her wide gaze and one of the Gods that implored the others to stop the madness of attempting to drive fear into the people - they did not want to be feared, they wanted to be loved. Believed in. 'What is there to do? They do not believe in us anymore, and turn away from any anger we try to present. They blame it on the turn of the world, and give their backs to believers,' another grumbled. They argued for some time, going back and forth, the more peaceful beings coming forward to protest the means of killing off the entire population. 'Peace, my sisters, my brothers,' came a firm voice. In all their talk, many did not hear, and continued to debate. Morwen blinked her ever-changing eyes and shook her head in gentle amusement. 'Peace!' she called again. Now they turned to her." Svasra paused briefly to add a bit of tension. " 'There is a solution to this,' Morwen said, though voices rose in a tidal wave to crash over it. 'Let me be heard!' The gods fell silent once more in respect of their own. 'They want us to prove out existence, let's just do that.' 'How?! No matter the gnosis we send. The storms we bring. It does no good!' 'Let us appear before them.' The Gods guffawed and settled in their chairs - were they there before? Not even the Gods really knew. 'How can we ever do that?' No one spoke. No one knew the answer. 'Why could try channeling all of our Djed to open another pathway,' a God piped up, looking to the others who murmured approval. 'Channeling all of ours is not simple though.' 'We need a common point.' Again, the meeting fell quiet. Funneling djed and wrapping it to one point was not simple, nor was it something stable when too much was added. 'Let us widen the path already there,' Rhaus said gently. 'We just need something to send down it. Something untouchable, but not pure djed, since it wouldn't be focused onto one point.' 'Untouchable?' Makutsi echoed. 'What is untouchable, but can travel?' 'Music,' was Rhaus' simple answer. 'We cannot all play some petty instrument,' a God snapped in irritation. 'You have a voice don't you? Do you want your followers to believe in you?' Morwen commented absently, looking to the others. "Many times Gods rivaled others, despised each other, were not linked but through competition and hate. Today though, linked by this common goal, this point, they found a brief peace. " 'We can try.' Rhaus nodded, and began to play his harp. Had he brought that with him? The notes drifted gently, and Rhaus directed them down the thin channel between the world of the Gods and the land of the humans. They were thin, airy notes, not meant to be heard alone. A goddess lifted her voice in a gentle cascading hum. Another joined. A god was a deep rumbling background. They sent their voices down the path, squeezing onto the channel. Djed poured into the notes, forcing their way through. Two more voices joined, pressed against the others, straining against the confines of the pathway. Three more barreled into the music, intertwining with the notes, slipping down towards the mortal world. The singing gods focused their power into their notes, into their music, and felt a give in the pathway. A slight sigh, perhaps. One by one the gods and goddesses took up a rolling note, one without words, created by the melody of their overlapping voices. The pathway shook with their powerful song, unstable. "They knew it might simply collapse and shut off their connection completely, though if the people didn't believe in them, what was the use of being there? No matter the god, 'evil', 'good', 'dead', 'alive', they appreciated their followers, those that spread their word and their faith. They were determined, and united, perhaps the only time in the history of the stars themselves. "Morwen sat midst her family of Gods, her voice skipping lightly over the others. She felt the pathway shudder more violently as yet another voice plowed through. Their voices pressed against the walls as they all crammed in, and their djed flowed smoothly down the voices. The channel shook, it briefly squeezed, forcing the gods to push harder, trying to keep the strain out of the melody." Svasra's voice turned anxious. "The channel squeezed tighter, and tried to revert to its natural shape. It creaked, whined, screamed, and its restrained flexed again. Growing smaller, the confines were forced into greater instability with the force of the djed funneled down its lane. It was on the verge of breaking, every divine being could feel it. They pushed on, now holding it up. In a brief moment though, they felt the path snap." Svasra stopped and when she spoke again her voice was soft. "They quickly fell silent, breathing in the essence of their world briefly. They looked at each other. 'Did it break?' one asked quietly, and a few shrugged. 'When dreams are clear, so is the path of destruction, and the falsity of man is still present,' Nysel said. A few Gods bristled at his words, and shook their heads. They went to check the pathway. "It . . ." Svasra stopped, and breathed out as though in relief, "It was there. Fully there. Yet ... it wasn't. It was as though it had burst apart, instead of collapsing. It not only opened the way, but it almost joined the two worlds. Slowly, the gods stepped through, if stepping through it really was. They appeared in various places, large, terrible, and divine. "The mortals had heard the song as it came through the pathway, horrible and beautiful, and no one was able to recall it afterwards. It froze people in the middle of their work, turned faces to the Heavens, struck fear and respect into their souls. "The gods spoke their words. They lifted their voices. They shunned those who influenced the mind of man. They showed themselves in all their celestial beauty, and praised those that were steadfast in their belief." Svasra paused to wrap up the story. "Morwen came to her children of the North, where Avanthal would one day be built. She smiled and looked at each of them, touching their heads, granting her gnosis to the newborns that enabled them to live in her icey world. 'Sing, my children.' From their voices, hesitant, but lovely, Morwen channeled her djed once more. It spun upwards to the clouds, higher to the very stars. She spread it out with a brush of her fingertips, painting the voices with color and beauty. Through the song of her children, the lights of Morwen were made to forever remind us of her presence." oocThe story ended up being very long, so for sake of space, I thought I'd put it in a spoiler. (:

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

Jesslyn sometimes wished her eyes could change. Her parents had told her that they could..but it was always hues pf purple. She really wanted to show Svasra that she was excited. "Really? You would let me come with you!" Jesslyn could feel the simile stretch her face, to the point it hurt. Jesslyn tried to calm herself but..she was too excited. So she sat and listened to Svasra as she told the tale, with the biggest smile. Through out the story Jesslyn's facial expression changed. Growing worried and anxious to excited and happy. "Svasra....what do colors look like?" Jesslyn had always want to know. She didn't even know what the colors she could see in were. She only knew they were dark and...fuzzy. "I've heard so many tales of their beauty but never actually... could picture them." her face had saddened and her eyes became a darker purple. "Do you have a tale to explain the colors? What they look like... do they have a certain feel? What about a smell?" though sad her voice was anxious. She had always craved colors. And maybe she would one day see them. Maybe that's what Morwen would grant her... colors.

[Svasra]

Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey After the story's last notes had fallen, Svasra looked at her friend. She waited for a moment, wondering how Jesslyn liked the story. The Vantha didn't say though and instead asked, "Svasra .... what do colors look like?" Colors? Svasra didn't no how to reply to that, and hesitated, furrowing her brow in thought. "I've heard so many tales of their beauty but never actually... could picture them," Jesslyn continued, "Do you have a tale to explain the colors? What they look like... do they have a certain feel? What about a smell?" Svasra doubted there was such a story to describe colors for the other senses. She would never say that though and did what ever storyteller did in the face of such. "Of course," she murmured. She looked down at her journal, tapping its leather cover with her finger. "A tale on colors." She flicked the book open with an easy motion of her hand, drawing the journal closer. The blank pages gaped at her, though she only ran a finger over them with affection. "The Tale of Colors," she said more clearly. Looking up, Svasra closed her eyes briefly, and pictured the glittering displays of Morwen's Lights. "Some say colors are the souls of Gods infused within the earth," she began. "Others say they are the blood of Gods spilled when they fought in an attempt to find one single deity to rule Mizahar." Svasra took a breath. "The one most loved though is that colors are simply an impression of our soul. Each individual one, reflected into the world around us. No two colors are the same for different people, different eyes, different spirits. What might be the most radiant purple, with the smell of rain-drenched violets and the touch of spring, might be a sickly color that only brings the scent of decay and the touch of flesh to another." Svasra opened her eyes, the color of bright silver. This was not going to be a story, it would only be Svasra's own perception, but perhaps that's all Jesslyn needed? "For me, the colors of Morwen are the most radiant. The flickering lights that live above us in the sky at night. The orange is the peace of a sunset, the satisfaction of a day done, the warmth of the sun and the smell of the fire. The pink is petals, soft, delicate, loving. It is the feeling of new love, friendship, and the faith of parents. It tastes of ice, plain and sweet, the loving touch of Morwen to her people. Green is peace of one's self, that settling feeling of the soul when you've come to terms with your life. Not yet pride, but there is no taint of black shame. It tastes like water, clean and pure, to clear away the imperfections you believe you have." Svasra smiled at Jesslyn, though she knew the girl would not see. Taking Jesslyn's hand she squeezed it. "Yellow is beauty. The soundless beauty of the spires of Avanthal, soaring into those radiant colors, basking in their reflections. It's the heard beauty of the Snowsong's music, of the deep beauty of their tales and poems. It's the brushstrokes of Skyglow, the sculptor with his work, and the bond between Frostfawn and animal. It's the feeling of wind rushing into your hair, sharp and keen, making your ears sting, but bringing with it the refreshment you needed to breath deeply and look around you. It's appreciation of the world. "Blue is passion. The passion to embrace the sun with all its heat, and caress it as it passes through the sky into night. It's the passion of the dusk, the touch of a lover at the end of the day, and the determination of a worker to carry through the night. It tastes like the lips of a forbidden love, and feels like the surety you feel when painting. "Red is change. It's the color of transitional times, dawn, dusk, and the brightest color of Morwen. It's the knowledge of change, and the redeeming quality it can have. It tastes like the freshness of a meal you made, with your own hands and own time. It feels like the passing of time, and the brush of fabric through your hands. Svasra's voice lowered as she finished, " . . . Your eyes are purple. To me, they are not a dull purple of uncaring or the purple of a dead flower that wrinkles in on its self. It's a deep purple, one that tastes like the cloud's determination to bring spring, and the kindness of Morwen's hand. They are determined and radiant as the sky." The Vantha smiled sadly at Jesslyn, sorry she could not see the colors she'd described. "That, Jesslyn, is colors to me. Perhaps they would not be the same for you, but that is the beauty of them, they will never be the same."

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

OOC : I hope you don't mind but I'm going to use your description for her eyes for my signature... I'll even quote you. I fell in love with that. Jesslyn tapped her foot on the ground and watched Svasra when she heard her voice lower. Svasra had turned to the table and had her hands on something lying on the table. By the sound of Svasra's finger on it, it was a book or journal of sorts. As Svasra began to tell 'The Tale of Colors' Jesslyn stopped the tapping and moved closer to the edge of her seat. Sucking in a breath when Svasra said some think colors are the blood of the gods but releasing it when it was described as something of the soul. Jesslyn became sucked into the tale. She hadn't even noticed Svasra had taken her hand until she went to squeeze them Svasra described Red. Sylvia had said that Jesslyn used Red a lot in her art work. To Jesslyn it has always felt right, like it should be in every painting. Maybe this explained a little why. When Svasra had began to explain the color of Jesslyn's eye's she could feel them start to water up. Her parents had always said that they were like a forbidden fruit that only those with vision could taste. For a while 'vision' was being able to see, but as she grew up she learned that vision was actually was something that was above seeing. It was seeing ahead, through the clouds, and far past the stars. Jesslyn felt Svasra should know this and repeated her thoughts, "My parents had always said that they were like a forbidden fruit that only those with vision could taste. For a while 'vision' was being able to see, but as she grew up she learned that vision was actually was something that was above seeing. It was seeing ahead, through the clouds, and far past the stars." Unbenounced to her was her eye's had actually lost all color. They looked like her pupils. A dull silver grey that held no emotion or shape. Jesslyn couldn't stand the sadness that rolled off Svasra and stood. Taking her friend with her. "Come now. Your tales are beautiful and I think we should translate them." Jesslyn let go of her friends hands and began to move things away. Clearing the table. Turning to her friend she there was space to place a good sized canvas she smiled and blushed,"Do you want to learn to paint? It doesn't have to be grand..but I want to be able to feel the patterns you spoke of in the sky." Jesslyn's eyes would stay the same color for a good while as the cells still alive tried to work around the dead ones. Every time they changed more cells died than her body could recreate. Jesslyn didn't know this and it would probably be best if she never it.

[Svasra]

Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey Svasra squeezed Jesslyn's hand again when she'd noticed her eyes had begun to water. Jesslyn said suddenly, "My parents had always said that they were like a forbidden fruit that only those with vision could taste. For a while 'vision' was being able to see, but as she grew up she learned that vision was actually was something that was above seeing. It was seeing ahead, through the clouds, and far past the stars." How beautiful. Svasra laughed weakly, and nodded. "Your parents would have made wonderful Snowsongs," she said softly. "Vision is not sight, it's being able to see through the clouds and far past the stars," she echoed in a gentle tone, hearing the ring. "Beautiful." In response though, Jesslyn only smiled, rising and lifting Svasra with her. "Come now. Your tales are beautiful and I think we should translate them." Tilting her head, the Snowsong wondered what she meant, though said nothing as Jesslyn bustled around to clear off the table. She watched passively, stepping out of the way when needed until only her journal lay on the table - which Svasra was quick to move also. "Do you want to learn to paint? It doesn't have to be grand..but I want to be able to feel the patterns you spoke of in the sky." "To paint?" Svasra repeated, blinking in mild surprise. To paint. When had a Snowsong been offered a lesson of painting? The rules of the Holds were firm, though there were many unsaid ones that wrapped up the society of Avanthal. Doing the jobs of others Holds generally fell into the do-nots of their structure. Yet, many Snowsongs drew pictures - as long as they didn't sell them - and some Frostfawns sung. No matter how static they tried to be in their laws, the beauty of Morwen and her music and art lived in them all. They all saw the lights and would be inspired in many ways, whether it adhere to their Hold or not. That's what made Avanthal so wonderful. The inspiration that lit up the sky every single night. "You would show me?" Svasra asked shyly, blushing herself. "I-I don't think I'll be very good . . . though I would love to show you Morwen's Lights." occOf course I don't mind! I'm honored to hear you say that, and glad I could give you that. (: P.S. The next week is my exams, so posting will most likely be ... nonexistent. xD

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

OOC : My finals start next week. I even have one on my birthday... the 31st. My dads like 'YEAH!'..the old fart he is. And the image thats going to be linked it kinda like what the end result will be like.Though, I think I'll link it after it's finished. "Yes paint! What else would I do? Show you how to write?" Jesslyn scoffed. She gave a small laugh before walking over to her supplies. A box held many different sizes of canvases so Jesslyn ran her hands over the different boxes until she found the one. Pulling out one what felt large she felt around the sides for the nick. Finding it she put that one back and grabbed another around the same size. It took a little time of picking and choosing before she found the one she wanted. Turning back to the area the table should be in she began to walk back. "You gave me something I would never be able to have otherwise. So I'm going to give you something you wouldn't be able to have other wise." Jesslyn sat down the white canvas and turned to Svasra, "I'm going to need gold, blue, white, and... sea shell. And then you pick the colors Morwen's Lights will be." She clapped her hands and walked back to the boxes of supplies. Some were empty and some held finished projects. Other's held paints, brushes, mixes, bowls, pencils, and other assortments. Jesslyn ran her hands in each box before she found the one that had the brushes she wanted. Pulling out a detail brush, a round sponge, and a medium sized brush she turned to walk back. Only to trip over something. Landing on her butt with an 'oof' then the assortments of her form of a curse, "Frost! Not again... Sylvia said she wouldn't leave things out on the floor anymore!" Jesslyn searched around for the brushes she had dropped in her fall. She could find the sponge but not the other two brushes. Jesslyn huffed and pouted. If she couldn't find them then she couldn't give Sylvia her gift.

[Svasra]

Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey Svasra watched Jesslyn bustle around with a small measure of anxiety, unsure of trying out something new. If Svasra had initiated the small lesson, she would have thrown her at the task with gusto and eagerness. The suddenness of this offer, and Jesslyn's obvious excitement to teach her made her smile, though Svasra couldn't help but feel horribly out of her element. "You gave me something I would never be able to have otherwise. So I'm going to give you something you wouldn't be able to have other wise," Jesslyn said as she laid down the canvas, listing off the colors she needed and giving Svasra a job. As she walked off, Svasra nodded and listed off the colors in her mind. The young poet followed after her friend and as she found the brushes, Svasra took the colors requested. She was about to return to the table when Jesslyn tripped with a suprised noise. "Frost! Not again... Sylvia said she wouldn't leave things out on the floor anymore!" Svasra hurried to place the things on the table and came back to help Jesslyn to her feet. "You alright?" she asked with a tone of concern, also scooping up the items she'd tripped with along with the brushes dropped. As she gave the brushes to Jesslyn, Svasra smiled. "Ready to paint?" oocApologies about the length of this one :c

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

"Yeah. I'm fine." Jesslyn grumbled. She steadied herself and walked to the table. Setting down the sponge she began to feel for the blue. "First comes to sky as a whole." She reached for Svasra and felt for her hand. Finding it she took the woman's hand and brought it over the canvas, "Stay like that." When Jesslyn found the blue, the braille said so, she pored a healthy amount into Svasra's hand. Putting a little in her hand she set her palm straight down she felt some paint splatter onto the arm and smiled. "The base coat I like to do by hand. I get a better feel of the size of the canvas and the amount of room I have to work with." Jesslyn moved her hand out and used her fingers to push the larger amounts of paint out to the edges, "Go ahead and set your hand down then push and rub the paint to the canvas and to the edges. Once this is evenly spread out it has to dry. Should only take about 10 minutes if we get this spread out right." Jesslyn could feel a smile plastered on her face as the fingers of her now blue hand moved on the canvas. She was really only truly comfortable with humming around Sylvia but she felt she could trust to hum in the presence of Svasra. Jesslyn thought off all the songs she had heard before and began to hum one that she had heard often coming from the Snowsong Hold when she passed. It had taken many stops to learn the full thing,not the words but tune,it kind-of reminded her of Morwen. She didn't know the name of it but she liked the way it vibrated her throat and traveled to the canvas. Letting her see her hands as they moved.

[Svasra]

Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey "Stay like that," Jesslyn commanded, and Svasra looked at her curiously as she held her hand out. About to speak, Svasra was silenced when a rush of cold dropped onto her hand and she looked down to the sea of blue that pooled there. "The base coat I like to do by hand. I get a better feel of the size of the canvas and the amount of room I have to work with," the blind Vantha was saying, "Go ahead and set your hand down then push and rub the paint to the canvas and to the edges. Once this is evenly spread out it has to dry. Should only take about 10 minutes if we get this spread out right." Svasra nodded and lay her own hand down on the canvas, feeling the squish of the paint between her outstretched fingers and the cool liquid spread over her hand as she rubbed it down. The feeling brought her back to when she was very small, and Svasra giggled slightly, copying Jesslyn in the smooth movements to spread it evenly. "I feel very young again to be painting with my fingers," she commented to her friend, glancing over as the blue soon took up the white palate. As Jesslyn worked she hummed quietly under her breath, and Svasra instinctively fell silent in order to hear better. It didn't take her long to place the song, one that was common within her Hold. The Soul of Ice they fondly called it and Svasra rarely passed a day without hearing someone sing it as they went about any other work the Snowsongs were set to do. Recalling the words, Svasra gently sung in her soft voice to the sway of the music Jesslyn hummed, "As blue as the sea Yet as white as the waves . . . " The song died quickly though as Svasra realized they had covered the canvas. Straightening, she smiled and withdrew her hand, scrutinizing its blue skin. "Shall we let it dry now?" she asked, "Then we add the other colors?" she continued with a small tilt of her head.

[Jesslyn Skyglow]

A large smile pulled at Jesslyn's face as Svasra explained that she felt like a kid painting with her fingers. Jesslyn wanted to say something but Svasra began to sing gently the words of the song, as it appeared, to the song she was humming. All too soon it ended as Svasra pulled back and that's when Jesslyn realized they had covered the canvas. Jesslyn pushed her hand to the side so no raised area's would interfere with the painting and smiled, "Yeah, it needs to dry. I shouldn't take that long. And don't wash your hand just yet." Jesslyn rubbed her's on the table to get rid of some of the globed wet paint. Jesslyn's table was riddles with the same patterns all over the table. Sylvia had stopped washing it with-in months. Really only the center was clean but it still had splatters of paint and nicks in it from when Jesslyn is so concentrated she doesn't realize what she is doing. Jesslyn turned to Svasra and smiled, "Painting with your hands makes you feel like a kid... but to me it's like I can see. It's... actually pretty interesting if you ask me. Maybe I could show you..." Jesslyn turned quickly to go through the paints. Her hands picking up bottles and fingers brushing over the braille before setting down the bottle. Until she comes to the sea shell. "This painting shall be entirely out of fingers." Setting down the bottle closer to the canvas Jesslyn grabbed the brushes and sponge then threw them at the boxes of supplies. Jesslyn clapped her hands as if to get dust off them and turned back to Svasra, "And that's.... how the Snowglow tumble." Jesslyn laughed at her own joke.