[Center][h2][color=a36209]Isla[/color][/h2]
Grand Magic Games

Zami[/center]

Isla grinned at the boy his reaction. He looked very stressed and freaked out at first due to the fact Isla had gotten hold of his sucpision. But he seemed to be calming down more after seeing the young cheerful girl sitting next to him instead of a big guard. Isla grinned a second time and wiped the paint on her finger off onto the side of the chair. No one will notice anyway. Isla looked up to the slightly taller boy and noticed his lack of talking. It would have been more convenient to talk or just write it down but maybe he was a alphabetical and wasn't able to talk. However Isla just went with the flow trying to figure things out he meant by all the pointing he did. Isla her expression changed a little to a more calm and timid one. Isla slowly repeating his actions in words [color=a36209]"Why... you... paint... my cheek?"[/color] The only thing that was a bit vague to her was the eyebrow he pulled of, but Isla placed it for why for the moment since it seemed to fit in the spot. 

Isla cheerfully smiled again but before she could say anything the boy was busy with his telescope. The parts of the telescope were detachable from the looks of it but to her surprise the lens was just a mere bubble that had altered form. Seeing how the bubble changed from color made her get closer to it to see how it worked [color=a36209]"Ohhhh."[/color] Isla stared at herself in the bubble as the vision of herself seemed to clear more and more as it changed to a shiny color. This was not a ordinary trick but something more advanced maybe even magic. Seeing the boy giggle at the paint on his face made Isla turn towards his face again [color=a36209]"You like it?"[/color] She forcefully said immediatly talking on while keep getting closer to his face [color=a36209]"I can do a lot more!"[/color] Isla didn't hesitate two seconds and jolted one of her thicker brushes out of her bag. Isla dipped the brush lightly in the red paint and placed two more dots in the red circle with a twist to smooth them out so they would be perfectly round. Isla place a red line that circle upwards ever so slightly. Isla sweeped the brush through the air towards the audience behind them and swung it against the railing to get off all the paint. The paint went flying to the air spatting all over the people behind them and the people on the spectator seats below them. 

Isla didn't take her concentration of him and grabbed a thinner brush out of her bag while placing the bigger brush back. Isla dipped the brush in the can of paint again but this time it was yellow. Isla stuck out her tongue and lightly bitted on it while squinting her eyes and placing one of her knees on the bench so that she could get closer to him to see if she didn't mix the red outlines with the yellow. Isla colored in the red circle avoiding the two dots and the line in the middle and gave a happy laugh. She had drawn a smily on his face but wasn't done with him yet. Isla smirked and placed her other leg on the benches too, sitting on her knees now. Isla placed the leg that was on the benches already onto his lap and placed one of her hands next to his seat. Isla immediatly began drawing three unfinished triangles with yellow seperate from each other and repeated the progress to clean the brush.

However this time she used the same brush to paint. Isla dipped it into the can again and this time a light blue color was on her brush. Isla connected the unfinished triangles with three other unfinished triangles to make a multicolored star. Isla still didn't find the need to stop and cleaned her brush again. Isla dipped it into the can again and removed his bangs to paint a cross onto his forhead with purple. Isla removed herself from Zami his lap and sat down on her knees facing him. She gave another smirk at him [color=a36209]"I'm Isla. And what would your name be?"[/color] The area they were sitting at had been getting a little messt from the painting of Isla but Zami wasn't filthy except for his face. Isla however had even more paint in her hair from swining he brushes around. Isla holded the can of paint out in front of him so he could write his name down anywhere with the purple paint with the people around them giving angry looks at the girl.