Temporal Pearls

Knowing the type of treatment he will face didn\'t stop him from being excited about going there and finishing the assignment given.

There were two sections of it, the first one can only be done in the Silver Mansion and the second one he had already begun which was gathering different natural colour sources and preserving them. It will be a bit hard and a lot of movement but it will be fine.

Reaching the Mansion, Manuella gave them 1 hour to finish the first assignment and then she walked away.

Today\'s Seth interaction with the other students was more normal than yesterday. And there was a Stool and Canvas for him already arranged.

Shabbar was about to shove them to the side and activate the one he and his sister carried, his mothers shook her head and he walked away grumbling.

Well, it doesn\'t matter, by the way things were going, no one was going to sit for today\'s lesson.

[Assignment 1]

[Identify and rate 2 Painting of 1m high in the hall]

This was Seth\'s question, he didn\'t know if it was the same for the rest but he doubted it. Because there were paintings of different sizes in the hall.

Casually, Seth walked around looking at his target painting. They mostly contained a single man in a soldier uniform which informed Seth that he was the ancestor of the Silver Family.

There were 7 paintings of that calibre, 3 of them were old and 4 were copies.

What he observed was that the painter wasn\'t adept in colour formation, perhaps he doesn\'t have a variety of them or know how to concoct them.

As Seth was making his mental notes, he came to a realization. There was no date or name of the person in the painting or the painter himself but the Uniform and the style of the person in it were during the time of cataclysmic events when there was no electricity and other machinery.

Seth changed his perspective immediately and judged the painting based on that era and that made him begin to appreciate the art—since they don\'t have access to many materials and were still able to make something this good was commendable.

That was the judgment for the original Paintings. As for the copies, Seth was able to conclude it to be the handwork of talented individuals that lack training.

Yeah, just like him with his first paintings. He just made them because they look good at first sight. It was like copying a mathematician\'s solving procedure and answering without knowing how it was driven.

That judgment was for two of the three copies.

The last copy wasn\'t just good but great and outstanding, he couldn\'t find fault with it.

Seth got bored with assessing them and began to look at the sculptures around. Ten minutes later, he was startled as he heard a voice behind him.

"You like sculptures?"

"I like all art," he said to the speaker.

Shabbara looked at him well and then said, "Why are you frowning then? It seems like you didn\'t like it!"

"Oh me? They are good!" Seth quickly said. This girl is going to cause him problems if others hear that he doesn\'t like their art.

Seeing the girl looking at the human statues, Seth sighed in relief. The truth though, they were all bad.

"Why did you lie?" Shabbara said all of a sudden.

"If you don\'t like it that doesn\'t mean I don\'t. This piece of work is great!" Seth gulped down and said.

"You are a master sculptor, right? You are as good as this as you paint?" She stared at Seth.

"Nope!"

"You lied again!"

"You are hard to speak with?" Seth said with a frown.

"I know, that\'s why I was always silent. You\'re gonna shoo me away too!" She said innocently.

"No, what makes you think I don\'t like it?"

She lingered without answering before the little girl said, "Your eye movements. It behaves like my mothers watching something, not to her standard!"

\'She can read that? That insane level of observation \' Seth screeched in his mind as gawked at her. "You will be a great artist one day!" He then praised her.

"I will not. I\'m good at appraisals but my hands aren\'t that good at movement!" She said sadly.

"What do you mean? If you can observe well, you can control your hand well!" Seth was confused but then, he remembered one of his lesson sessions with Nanncy and he facepalmed. He had never understood that part of the lesson but now.

He raised his hand as he observed them. Painting is more than about the visual but also about the hand movement of the whole body in extreme cases.

It might not be as pronounced as football but they were 25% similar. That was why a Coach may not be able to do anything on a field with a ball but capable of guiding talented footballers to success because their level of dexterity is very high as opposed to the coach. While the coach\'s observation capability was higher.

It was exactly like paintings, some strokes and hand manoeuvres that might be needed to make amazing feats on the canvas can\'t be performed by anyone else but those that have a certain level of hand dexterity.

\'This is insane!!\' Seth was shocked at the sudden comprehension.

"You are a monster!" Shabbara was now terrified of Seth\'s talent. By insinuating something, he was able to grasp the profoundness behind it.

"I\'m a human, not an alien! Even in the game!" Seth said with a smile after he calmed down. "I still believe practice makes perfect!"

"... and my limit will be the cloud!" She said, still observing Seth in a new light.

"Your mother reached the sky eventually, you don\'t need to surpass her!"

"... and then I will constantly be compared with her and then forever in her shadow!"

"What\'s wrong with that? As you will be the one in charge of all her activity then. That\'s what kids do, they become the leader of their household!"

"... I still want something on my name. An appraisal is what I do the best!" She said.

"Better than her?"

"Yes, better than anyone I met!" She said proudly. Seth nodded at her and he moved to their next sculpture; it was a lion made of Gold.

"You still need to reach the cloud for you to attain your desired Appraisal Capability, if not, you will be left behind!"

"I knew, have you forgotten what my mother is!" She annoyingly said. "This one too is not that good. You should control yourself!"

"What do you mean!"

"They are watching you. And they can read you like an open book. If you upset them, not even my mother will stop them from kicking you out!" She warned.