Green finally got used to people when they were doing art. While the others were drawing, he had some yarn and was threading them together. He was undisturbed until Blue went over and paused.

"That looks interesting." He hummed as he finished the base of the work before tying it up and grabbing a brighter color yard and gently weaving it into the base. "Is this something your culture does?" Green nodded.

"Ha's called Thwyn Weaving. Cin erui braid a backing before cin nathr- i actuallui picture." (It's called Thwyn Weaving. You first braid a backing before you weave the actual picture.) Blue hummed as he gently weaved a person. "Nin núr used ha na treneri- stories. Er picture telling a lend." (My people used it to tell stories. One picture telling a journey.) He then added a pair of wings to the person as she sat down. "Anyone tur- learn i stories o Thwyn Weaving. ú- sight ben lhaw, cin tur- still heni- i pennas -o hin." (Anyone can learn the stories from Thwyn Weaving. Without sight or hearing, you can still understand the story of these.) She paused as he weaved a fire behind the person.

"Is this your story?" He paused before nodding.

"Im rad- ha easier than talking." (I find it easier than talking.) She hummed as she scanned the picture. The two brightest parts were the person's wings and the fire. He then got a silver-like yard and rolled a ball before working to weave it into the picture.

"You're really good at it."

"Thanks..."

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Green opened up a little when he got curious at Blue's picture. She was using watercolor while painting a nature scene. She caught sight of his curiosity.

"Come sit down." He paused before he rested in a chair beside her, watching the brush. "All art tells a story. This is mine." He hummed as she continued the art.