Veronni’s
eyes widened. Even in the poorest parts of town, the AAS was a big thing. Aiya
prided itself on its artistic abilities, and formed a “society”, or business,
of the greatest writers, musicians, and artists to be at the forefront of all
of Aiya.
Veronni
bent at the waist in a low bow as he tried to humble himself before someone
from so high a place. “Pleasure to meet you, sir. I’m-“
“Veronni
Adain, yes I’ve heard of you. Everyone’s heard of you.” Mr. Flinn took his hand
in a firm grip. “Everybody has at least heard tale of this phantom angel of the
poor who turns everything he touches beautiful.”
Veronni’s
tan cheeks turned red and his eyes flicked down in embarrassment. For him,
being this so-called “angel” was a curse; a burden for those around him, even
when their uneducated eyes could’nt see it.
“Veronni,
I was wondering if you’d like to do me the honour of returning to the AAS with
me.”
Blue
eyes met the strangely dark crimson colour of Mr. Flinn’s.
“Why
would you want me?”
“Because
you see beauty where others assumed there was none.” Mr. Flinn’s words were
almost reverent as he ran a hand down the edge of the Elmir kids painting.
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