To Gaze Upon Beauty

[HopeOfDamnation]

Mizuiro felt calm and relaxed as he stared down at the stream below him, eyes twinkling under the white fox mask. He was quite in need of some inspiration for his art and he found nature to be full of it, overflowing like a river after heavy rainfall. So, the fox boy sat cross legged, looking out over the waters and began the process. He moved the brush in quick, precisely strokes, focus almost entirely on the art itself. Almost, that is, because his soft fox ears still swivelled towards any source of noise or vibration, alerting him of any possible danger.

The genin was mostly satisfied with how it was turning out. Sure, nothing was perfect, but he was getting quite close to it. He was also itching to show it off to anyone willing, unfortunately no one seemed to be around. Still, he continued to work on his painting tirelessly, dominant hand starting to ache already.