54 A Portable Canvas? (1/3)

The morning sun rose in the windows of Elara's cottage, and her tears mixed with paint smeared her face. Aiden was back in his canvas again, so he was safe now. The panic began to be replaced with a sense of understanding. Based on what she knew about magic, Aiden could not be that far away from his canvas. He needs to find a way to carry his canvas with him.

What happens if it gets torn? Will Aiden be torn? What happens if it crumples? Will Aiden break a limb? Elara spent the night taking care of Aiden as he lay sick. He kept calling out to her in a feverish state, and paint leaked from his face.

Elara's heart beat slowly, and she tried to calm herself down. She went to the cupboard and pulled out some tea leaves. Making herself a cup of mint tea, she tried to calm her nerves down. The paint that smeared her dress and her hands made her feel revulsion, too.