"No, I was a Treeminder." Meesei said, shaking her head with a bit of a smile. "To say one is a witch implies that they study dangerous or immoral magic and rituals, which I do not. I do still study magic, but what I study is far less...dubious."

Meesei finished her tea and placed it down beside her before looking at Tunxeek curiously. Speaking to him reminded her of her own childhood, as he was likely going through many of the same lessons her own father taught her. Different villages had different traditions, but it was fair to say that his experiences likely mirrored her own fairly closely. "What of you, Tunxeek? What do you study? What do you wish to learn?" 

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"Certainly." Ahnasha answered with a grin. She stood up slowly and carefully to her feet, something that was starting to feel more cumbersome every day. "Was moving always this difficult?" She groaned in a strained, sarcastic voice. Walking over to the same rock as before, she grabbed her brush and waited for Fendros to take his pose again. 

Kaleeth was a bit interested in what the couple were doing. Her village of course had painting and art, but painting a portrait of another person was not something they really did. She chuckled at Fendros' pose, which was rather funny without context, and a little funny with context. "Why does he need to do that for you to draw?" Kaleeth asked. 

Ahnasha was concentrating on her painting, so she did not take her eyes of of it and Fendros, but she did answer nonetheless. "So I can draw him with as much detail as possible. I am not that good yet, but the point is to draw him as realistically as possible. I rather enjoy it, though I can't imagine it would be that interesting to watch."

"Oh, I see." Kaleeth answered with a nod, at least moderately sure she understood. Leaning onto Janius once again, she looked up at him with her head resting on his shoulder. "What should we do, then?"