The process of actually painting all the little details was a painstaking, yet enchanting ordeal. Ted would have loved to sit and watch, but instead, he chose to tear himself away from the mesmerizing scene of the skilled artist doing what she did best.
Sighing, he got up.
"I would love to pretend to supervise you for a longer period, especially with your position as the daughter of the man I could call my best friend," he said. "I can only hope that one day, I will be able to occupy the position of an uncle in your life. I knew he is special, but to have those qualities replicated in everything he has ever had a part in...well, it moves my black heart."
Realizing too late that his outburst had revealed a bit too much, Ted made sure to have a joke at hand if the young lady was to ask more questions, but Zerielle simply nodded and looked at him with that curious, almost avian or feline intensity.
