Memento

The man looked at the unique paint brush in his hand, and ran his fingers over the small, carved scales and the bristles that looked like waving flames to him.

"It is beautiful. Amazingly so." The Soul said with a light smile on his face as he properly placed the brush into his hand to hold it. He pushed the bristles into a small cup of water and ran the bristles over the canvas in front of him a few times to see just how it would feel if he were to paint something using it. The man looked at the thin lines that were created.

With a satisfied expression, the man slowly turned his head away from the canvas and gently smiled at Eisen, "It is incredible. Truly something worthy of creating a work of art with." The Soul laughed, and the old man quietly chuckled, "I am glad to hear that you like it."