Ophelia got up to go look through the cabinet, leaving Prosper to speak to Elizabeth. He got up and moved around to the other side of the table.
"That should keep her busy," he said, quietly and conspiratorially. "We have a lot to get done today."
He got up once more and motioned for her to follow him over to an easel that was already set up with a watercolor pad. He handed her a wooden box of paints, elegantly crafted but simple. "These are for you to keep," he said. "They are enchanted to dry slowly. It makes them good for world painting."
He motioned to the canvas. "Let's try a simple forest world today," he intoned. "How does that sound? Short trees, pink foliage? A feeling of peace. Elemoria."
He returned a moment later with a cup of water and another of brushes. "Whenever you're ready."
On the other side of the room, Ophelia came across a painting she recognized as Never-Never and frowned. She'd always meant to go back, of course, it just never happened. Oh, Peter... She sighed and kept looking. Having to explain Never-Never to her father would just be complicated.
