A slender hand firmly grasped the handle, steadily moving the brush over the smooth surface of the canvas, forming the scene before her. Brilliant hues of red and gold splash into the oncomming darkness of the night, twinkling stars in the distance, surrounding the moon as she slowly makes her way into the sky. All this she captured on the canvas, reflected above a vast and dark forest. Bright aqua eyes took in the scene before her with a calm consideration, the beauty of the moment not lost, merely stored away with other memories. She had always loved colors, the way they formed and combined to create lasting testiments to everything. For her nothing was out of the artist scope, for she knew that all life dwelled where her beloved colors could capture it. As a small child, she has sat and watched her mother paint, and sometimes she was allowed to help. The feeling of the paint on the canvas, the brush in her hand, looking at the world through the eyes of one who seeks to bend it to there will and make it into something beautiful. A slight breeze ruffled the edges of her kilt, sending ripples through the reds and blues, stopping her hand she stepped back and looked at what she had painted. The sunset, captured forever in the colors of her heart. Cleaning her brush, she set it and her painting to dry then climbed to the roof of her parents small home. Laying on her back, she looked at the sky, the moon full above her, and the stars, a million points of light, winking in and out above her in an eternal dance. Below her, noises could be heard, pulling her thoughts away from infinity, she slipped back down the side of her home and through her window walking out the the small room, she reached into the small crib and took the bundle into her arms, looking at her younger brother, she brushed a lock of hair out of his face. This would be the last time she would see him until she returned again, yet part of her wondered if she would ever return. Taking him to the window, she sat next to it and looked out, letting him sit on her while she did so. Her mind was as far from here and now as it could be, yet part of her wished she could focus on now. Feeling a slight pressure on her shoulder, she looked up into the face of her mother. She recognised that expression, far and yet near, they were the same in many ways, many times did her father tell her she was more her mother then him. She briefly wondered where he was, but knew she would see him before the morning came. They sat there, the three of them, looking at the sky for what seemed longer then the night should be. In the morning she would leave here, towards a life that she could not predict, and she found that she couldn't be happier about this. After this night, her course would be left for her to decide, and she knew somehow, that she would find all the beautiful things and bend them to her will, capturing them for all time in the only way that she knew how.