
Irso nearly said someone else's name instead of Huilu's, and though this made her curious she let it go as she focused on what Irso was saying. And something in his words stuck out to her.
"Excellence is indeed a good goal to strive for, but I must admit that as an artist I see beauty in imperfection, that those pushing themselves to excellence do not allow themselves. Excellence should not be mistaken for perfection, because in my opinion perfection is an illusion. Imperfection is not a burden, but a gift, that gives us what makes life beautiful and worth living. You might disagree, but that is yet another beautiful piece of imperfection that mortals and immortals carry, minds that do not align and feelings that clash. And that is where the heritage to all the history and cultures come from, small pieces of imperfection that people saw beauty in."
Was she rambling again? Yes. But this time Huilu didn't really care. Her mind liked to drift, and she felt like it was okay to express her opinions and thoughts to Irso. Because he seemed like an objective person, who would let himself view her point of view with as little prejudice as he could.
"It's a beautiful thing to say, that children are art. In so many ways that is true, they are a canvas that is painted on by the people around them, by life and by themselves. In fact that is true with every individual. This night is yet another brushstroke on our self-portraits."
This thought made Huilu chuckle, and also Irso scratching the cat was partly a reason for it. Huilu did wonder how Irso thought of these creations of his. Were they objects to him? Living beings? Or art, as he had insinuated. Yet another question Huilu wanted to voice, but would not bring herself to do it.
As the topic drifted to children, and whether Huilu had any, she couldn't help but feel slightly melancholy. She was already in an age, where most female dragons of Akt'Anir already had had their first child, most probably even second if they so wished. And although maternal instincts varied a lot with each individual Huilu very much had them, strongly. But she also didn't have time to have children, had not allowed herself to. Her circumstances had been ones where she couldn't bring herself to settle down. And now she was much too busy, and still hesitant.
As for Irso's question, Huilu had to think of a proper answer before speaking.
"I like to say I have. I am raising a son of a member of my clan, who unfortunately passed away not too long ago. I am not his mother, but I think of him as my son, in a way, and I care for him as deeply."
But Huilu knew it wasn't the same as holding a child in your arms, who you knew was your creation. As Irso had said, Huilu would think of her child as her greatest masterpiece. The thought was bittersweet, and made Huilu's heart ache.
"And may I return the question to you? Do you have any children?"