Levi found you in your studio, working on what appeared to be a new painting. He slowly approached the easel, dull eyes glossing over each of your art pieces hanging on the tall walls.

What a pitiful waste of time, he thought and shook his head. He stood tall behind you and watched the canvas over which your brush moved with grace and delicacy.

It was a watercolor landscape; serene, wooded, a stream and a small, solitary deer as the focal point. An emotional allegory of the freedom that you so desired, as in every work you've painted over the past year.

"What a joke." Levi huffed and grabbed the container where your brushes soaked, throwing it on the canvas. "Don't you ever plan to change, woman?"