The soft and energizing glow from the morning sun strikes its rays upon Liam's skin and he closes his eyes as he indulges himself in the pleasure of being up early in the morning. The smell of nature in the gardens at this time of day made him feel calm and at peace. The atmosphere was breezy and cool that is only complemented by the warmth from the sun. The scent of flower and morning dew is something Liam longs for every day he wakes up before sunrise. The workers at his home have given him the nickname of Dawnbreaker because of his love of being up at that time and witnessing the beauty of the sun rising from the horizon to claim its throne up high in the sky. In his fully white painter uniform that he wears every morning to the gardens, he uses this serene moment to gather himself and paint. Because he wears a white outfit he's practically wearing a canvas so Liam paints wildly and violently so that the paint will land upon his outfit and from there he'll keep it in his wardrobe to add to his collection.
On the bench sits the novel "Storm Breather", a medieval tale about dragons and next to it a beautiful and stylized painting of the sunrise rests against the armrest of the bench. This particular morning, Liam's eyes have been transfixed on a particular flower that had just blossomed this morning and is intricately recreating it on his canvas, large dashes and specks of paint already all over his clothes. Today, the scent of the flowers and morning dew seem to be very strong--to Liam's delight. The sunlight was just warm enough to soothe his skin and not burn his eyes. A wide smile appears on Liam's face as his picture starts to take form.
Liam's head peek over his canvas when he hears the crier's voice. More missing people. It truly worries Liam that these incidents are so commonplace already. He's read what happens to the missing people and he can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to lose your elemental. Shivers run down his spine at the thought of it and shrugs it off before finishing off with his painting. Blixt walks over next to him from under the bench and sits down upright. "Hey there buddy. You see what I'm painting here?" Liam says, his gaze not straying from the flower in front of him. Blixt eyes the flower without making a single sound.
When he is finally done, he leaves the painting on the easel and sits down on the bench, letting out a satisfied sigh. he wipes his colorful hands on his clothes and looks around, enjoying the calm atmosphere and seeing people walk around happily. Liam puts out his hand for Blixt to lick on before pulling it back and petting his friend on the head. He looks out and starts thinking about the missing people again. He wishes he can do something to help with the situation but he knows all to well that there's nothing he can do. He lets out a small sigh before grabbing his book and pulls out the bookmark, picking up right where he left off.
