Tilting her paint brush she added one final touch.
A smile came across her lips, something that had not happened in quite a while, as the painting reminded her of home.
Finding it perfect Portia signed her name in the bottom corner, so as not to take away from its beauty.
As soon as she dotted the I the painting rippled as if a breeze blew past it. “Wow,” she whispered as she watched a cloud move across the baby blue sky of the painting.
“Wow,” she whispered, watching a cloud move across the baby blue sky of the painting.
“I knew you could do it,” growled a deep voice behind her.
Startled she turned and saw Rubyio, her master, wearing a very nasty grin as he rubbed his thick dark leathered hands together.
The memory came to her every time she painted another portal, that was three years ago.
At the time she was to be sold to a man who lived in her old town, they were still agreeing on a price.
Now as she painted the waves upon the shore of Seward Portia knew she would never be able to go home again.