lazith was in the castle's art room painting one late afternoon, it seemed to be the picture of a man eating a house? Jeez.. he seemed to be really concentrated, maybe it was something special to him. He was just beside the window, the warm sunlight that glistened on his long silver hair and pretty yet deadpan face, the sleeves on his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbow, it showed off his toned pale forearms as he made those delicate strokes on the canvas. "..."