Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2022 7:53:55 GMT
Lark, now that's a name he can work with, easier than switching up substantives all the time, Drake didn't feel like he was old enough to be the uncle sort. Well, not yet, at least. "Lark. That's a nice name. Mine is Drake." He smiled, looking over at the messy green scribbles the kid was attentively going at. They say art was in the eyes of the beholder, and just as the child seemed confused about his quite simplistic and unoriginal drawing, Drake had a tough time figuring out what that alien shape was supposed to represent. Well, at least kid had some spirit, that was definitely a positive for their age. Drake could remember being the unruly sort when he was younger, maybe if he had stopped to draw in the sidewalk he would have had a less conflicting relationship with his mom then.
"That's a target. You see, I teach archery to people, it's my job, so that's probably what I see the most everyday." He chuckles, looking over Lark's drawing again. "I really like your racing car too! Green is a great color, just like in your awesome pajamas." McIntosh smiled, chuckling a bit as Lark went for a circle of his own. It wasn't... Nearly as perfect as they wanted it to be, obviously. Still, seemed weird to be looked up by someone so young for drawing good circles. Perks of good hands, and an unspoken one at that! "It takes time. You need to practice it a lot, and not rush to draw a circle. See, patience is key in archery and in art. If you go too quick, you're bound to miss the mark by a lot. Just relax, take it easy and you'll slowly see yourself improving." He said, going for a gentle pat on the kid's head before stopping himself. That was a lost child, not his relative.
"So, tell me, Lark. Who did you come here with? I bet they'd really love to see your art too!"