30.Oct.20, 06:17 PM
“Yes,” again he replied honestly without hesitation while staring at his work. Lying rarely suited him. He’d either tell the truth or skirt around it if it made him uncomfortable. The closest to lying he really came was when he was being a sarcastic dick. He continued to stare at and add strokes to the legs he had been studying that evening. He had yet to draw Cazan in one piece, instead focusing on one area, trying to master the concept of joints and angles and find the right proportions. He hated his progress—or lack thereof. Kor’is was just as hard on himself as he was everyone else often heard his mother’s voice in his head telling him he wasn’t good enough.
I think you’re good enough. I know you are! You don’t have to be perfect at everything or at least right away if you insist on it. It’s only been a few short hours spread over a few days. Taith tried his hardest to always be the positive voice Kor’is so desperately needed but it was hard to reach him sometimes when the shadows were too thick.
Kor’is glanced over to Taith—the blue dragon working on his own form of patience that had him sitting still and ignoring the urges to dance, play, or get into some level of trouble—and gave him a bit of reassurance. He knew he was being ridiculous but it didn’t stop him from being annoyed at himself either.
“Why would I want to do that when it really doesn’t benefit me? I’d have to stand there doing nothing while you drape me in leather yet I can draw you when you’re doing your work doodles. One of us seems to get the better end and if it’s not me, I’m not interested.” It wasn’t the worst idea Cazan had come up with but it also wasn’t one Kor’is was willing to jump at either.
I think you’re good enough. I know you are! You don’t have to be perfect at everything or at least right away if you insist on it. It’s only been a few short hours spread over a few days. Taith tried his hardest to always be the positive voice Kor’is so desperately needed but it was hard to reach him sometimes when the shadows were too thick.
Kor’is glanced over to Taith—the blue dragon working on his own form of patience that had him sitting still and ignoring the urges to dance, play, or get into some level of trouble—and gave him a bit of reassurance. He knew he was being ridiculous but it didn’t stop him from being annoyed at himself either.
“Why would I want to do that when it really doesn’t benefit me? I’d have to stand there doing nothing while you drape me in leather yet I can draw you when you’re doing your work doodles. One of us seems to get the better end and if it’s not me, I’m not interested.” It wasn’t the worst idea Cazan had come up with but it also wasn’t one Kor’is was willing to jump at either.