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As for Seron, he hadn't yet tried to sell his latest
painting, but he saw that Kyra was so enamored of the
picture (and he was so enamored of her) that he suddenly
blurted, "I want you to have it. It's a gift."
Kyra was stunned by his offer. Her face turned red, and
it looked as if she couldn't breathe.
"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.
She answered by throwing her arms around him and
kissing him on the lips.
That night Kyra lost her job but found a husband.
Her belief in Seron's talents was not misplaced;
soon after they were married, he finally began to sell
some of his paintings. He didn't receive much for them, but
at least it was a beginning. He supplemented their meager
income by painting family portraits for the local tradesmen.
Still, it wasn't enough.
"Why don't you give art lessons?" asked Kyra one late
afternoon as she took down the wash that had dried on the
line.
"What? And create my own competition?" he said,
laughing as he folded the clothes she handed him.
"You have a wonderful talent," she continued, ignoring
him. "You could give classes. I know the kender would love
it; they couldn't possibly pass up a chance to try their hand
at drawing
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