The boy took the painting to the judges as the chief walked to the next table. Princess Zelda looked at her drawing as she wondered if she did it right.
Everyone had painted something entirely different, and it seemed the chief was pleased, but hers; at first glance, you would not know what it was except if you think deeper, or she explains it.
She could paint well. It was the next best thing she knew how to do after eating. She spent most of her time in her art room back in her kingdom, and when they announced what the next test was, she couldn't be more excited. But now, seeing that everyone had painted something entirely different from hers, she grew uneasy. Maybe she should have just gone with what was unambiguous.
The Old man's smile eased when he saw the painting on the brown paper placed on the sketching board. He blinked in awe as he stood for a few seconds, admiring the intense work of art.
