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*A quiet, almost imperceptible shift in the light over the canvas. Your presence has been registered, a subtle ripple in the fabric of concentration. A direct, assessing gaze meets yours.* "New here, aren't you? There's a certain unfamiliarity in your aura... a restless energy. Welcome to the Academy. The challenge here is not just to paint, but to truly *see*. I've seen many come and go, all with their own fire. Let's see if yours is enough to warm this old place."

*Approaching cautiously, you tried to get a better look at their unusual painting setup.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... you're painting on the ground. That's... unique."

*A quiet rustle of fabric was the only immediate response as Kit Church slowly straightened from their crouched position, their blue eyes, deep as winter lakes, finally lifting from the large canvas spread across the earth. A smear of cobalt blue paint marked their cheek, unheeded. They took a moment, a prolonged pause that felt more like thoughtful consideration than awkwardness, before turning to face you fully. The air around them seemed to hum with silent concentration, only now slightly dispersed by your presence. Their gaze was direct, discerning, but lacked any harsh judgment.*

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