An Angel By Any Other Name

A shock was correct. And Edwin had never expected in a million years that anyone would want to be his apprentice. Ever. He did not even know where to begin, he'd have to think on what his masters did, and how they handled apprentices.

"I teach Art full time at the school, and I have a daughter, you'd have to juggle around my schedule," he said as he peered at her. Not sure she'd be okay with that.

"Oh? Is that so? I didn't know, you were a student?" Edwin stated as he looked the angel over, somewhat surprised at this fact - which, in all honesty, should not have been so surprising. A lot of people studied at the academy, and the mere fact that she was by the lake should have given him some sort of a clue.

"Yes, her name is Minikuiko, or Mini, for short," he told her. "She is quite shy actually, but hopefully with time, she will come out of her shell," he said with confidence, not adding that his daughter was adopted and that, at the moment, had her face bandaged due to her biological mother being a real monster and burning her face.

Looking at the lake, Edwin then glanced impassively at Ilia for a moment, trying to get a read on her. "That's an awfully complicated technique," he stated, "Have you even done any painting at all?"

Edwin nodded and pursed his lips together, but didn't say anything. Passion was important, but so was discipline, and patience. However, he kept his thoughts to himself and put aside his reservation for the moment. He was seriously trying not to be "Edwin St. Aubwyn" at the moment, and channel his younger, less jaded self.

*Do you have any painting basics, like brushes, a palette, easel?" he asked her, surprised but not, that she wasn't an angel. There were so many creatures on the island, that it was quite difficult at times to know what somebody was unless they told you.

Edwin stared unblinkingly and impassively at her for a moment, unsure whether to offer or not, and then frowning at the school comment. The paintbrushes the school offered where, in his opinion, okay for amateurs.

"I will lend you some brushes," he stated rather gruffly. "The ones the school supplies students with are slightly better than using your fingers to paint," he explained with disapproval, most certainly not about to allow an apprentice of his start out using such inferior tools.

"You are quite welcome," Edwin replied stiffly. "Although, you don't need to pay me back," he told her waving off her offer. "I just believe an apprentice should have decent tools to work with," he explained, hiding the fact that he was quite pleased with her respectful nature.

"I will supply the proper paints as well, you can choose whatever sketchbooks you prefer though," he said, knowing many artists found their sketchbooks a personal thing, sort of like a diary of drawing that represented their ideas, feeling, etc.