They turned a corner and reached a small open area filled with wooden tables, large bowls of paint, soft brushes, and sheets of thin paper.
Children and adults sat around, dipping their brushes into bright colors.
It was a lantern-painting booth.
Selveria didn't hesitate. She pulled Gray to an empty table and pushed him down on the bench before sitting right beside him.
"You're going to make one," she declared proudly.
Gray looked at the paints… then at her… then at the paper.
"…You want me to paint?"
"Yes. You need to relax your mind sometimes."
"My mind is relaxed."
"No, it's tense in a quiet way," she replied with a teasing little laugh.
"I can see it in your shoulders."
'...Really?'
He glanced at his shoulder lightly, and seeing how tensed they actually were, Gray didn't argue after that.
Selveria handed him a brush and dipped her own brush into a soft gold color.
"Here. Just try it."
