[ It would have been fair enough to say that Thancred likes all colors equally, though he does prefer to deal in shades of white, black, and gray when it comes to his own attire. That's neither here nor there, as the Horizon has seen fit to answer the question for him. The woman studies the paint bucket with immediate interest. If she's so fond of flowers, it does stand to reason that she appreciates colors of all kinds. ]
Good. I was worried for a moment there. [ That he wouldn't pass, that is. It's said lightly, even as he bends down to the grab the handle on the pail and then walk it over to the edge of the wall. ]
And you? What is your favorite color? [ He takes note of her clothing, dirtied though it might be, and that ribbon in her hair. ] Let me guess — pink?
[ He isn't much for this sort of creative thinking, though the arrangement of colors on the wall thus far doesn't seem to be following any specific pattern. He nods up to the canvas, then glances back to his newfound friend. ]
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Good. I was worried for a moment there. [ That he wouldn't pass, that is. It's said lightly, even as he bends down to the grab the handle on the pail and then walk it over to the edge of the wall. ]
And you? What is your favorite color? [ He takes note of her clothing, dirtied though it might be, and that ribbon in her hair. ] Let me guess — pink?
[ He isn't much for this sort of creative thinking, though the arrangement of colors on the wall thus far doesn't seem to be following any specific pattern. He nods up to the canvas, then glances back to his newfound friend. ]
What would you have me do?