"I'm done!" Greyson cried out, breaking the stillness hovering in the air. 

When we got tired of kite flying, Garren told us to rest first. Then he brought out coloring materials and three small canvases. 

He gave them to Greyson and me and told us to paint something. But here's the catch, he asked us to blindfoldedly choose a piece of paper on which each of our names was written. And we have to give our artwork to the person we picked. 

I prayed not to pick out Garren because I didn't want him to poke fun at my artwork. This is one of my fatal weaknesses. 

Gladly, the deities...