Michael works at his canvas....
Her dark skin can only be seen at her face highlighted by an exotic bue tatoo on eaither side. Black hair cascades down her back in waves like a black tide of the sea in the night. Above in the sky stars twinkle raidantly. A half smile is on her mouth...
She stands back in the painting not at the center, but off to the side allowing the night sky and the river to take up the main portion of the picture and giving her an air of innaprochability.
Michael tosses another spent wand to the side and sighs, "Well that's the end of every magic I have this war thing is terribly draining on my economic resources."
The artist works and sets aside three seperate etched gold titles that he places on each picture as he finishes them.
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