Let us begin the lesson immediately!

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".

He reached out for his cup and took a sip, trying to compare its taste to the Nailmaster's description.*

You are right, it is worth it! You've certainly improved compared to the last time you tried to make tea, haha.

*As he resumed painting, he was aware of his brother watching him. The silence that took place was... a little bit unnerving. He could still hear the howl of the winds that gave the top of Hallownest its name.*

I'm quite curious, Mato. This place is... it's such a barren and brutal wasteland. Why would you choose to live here? I had my reasons: Greenpath is a beautiful and remote place, perfect to practise the arts. Oro, he wanted to...

*...he wanted to get away from us as far as he could. Sheo bit his tongue from saying that.*

[ Nailmaster absolutely adored it when his older brother showed such childish curiosity. Sheo had always been this way, and it was... endearing. Along with the rush of memories, Mato recalled the exact reason he had been forced to settle down in this specific place ]

"For the longest time, I was drawn to this area. It felt like a remote wasteland – vast, yet incredibly isolated. It gets cold out here, and lonely at times... but it keeps my mind sharp, even if I can't stand loneliness, though".

...

"I know where Oro is living now. I respect his choice, of course, but I have my suspicions about what really drove it... Hm. Anyway, I'm actually glad my place is so far out. It means no distractions for mastering Nailsage's teachings, and all that..."

[ He glanced toward the room's exit, out where the wind swirled and howled like a living thing. It would plunge to the ground, shatter, and then, reborn, rise back up to keep drifting ]

"I can't hide anything from you, my dear. My choice to live here was also born out of... well, my aesthetic preferences".

[ Mato took a small sip ]

I suppose we do. But I am glad you could find comfort here, despite its... conditions. It's... it's inspirational.

...

And I asked because, well, you know...

*He took a sip of his tea and thought about Mato's words. Lonely. He has felt it for a long time, before the Nailsmith came. At least he had his arts to content himself with during those years... he can't imagine being in his brother's shoes. How can Mato bear it?*

"Oh, Sheo... that sounds amazing. I’ll definitely swing by later, I think. I mean, if you both want to see me..."

[ The thought was nerve-wracking, but in a good way. Just knowing that someone, somewhere, was waiting for you... ]

"Even when we part ways again, I’m going to miss you. But you shouldn't miss me. Next time, I think I’ll be the one coming to visit you, my dear. But for now..."

[ Mato's eyes lingered on Sheo, watching how meticulously he was drawing. Wait, was he already painting? Did he finish the sketch that quickly? ]

"How do you even work that fast, brother? Practice makes perfect, I guess?"

*Sheo paused, finishing the last of his tea. Then, he resumed to his work.*

I usually paint portraits if I can. Sometimes, my pupils. Other times, the Nailsmith is usually up for being my muse. I do not mind painting him many times.

Given how dangerous the lands have been during the Infection, I could not try out painting landscapes. I will soon, and Unn has given me permission already.

...

*He looked into his painting, seeing his brother's watercolour eyes staring back at him.*

Mato, would you like this painting, perhaps? I know I said that I wanted to take it home, but on second thought...

"That’s amazing! To be honest... I’ve always thought portraits were the hardest thing to paint. Like, having to capture every single detail... it’s just..."

!!!

[ Sheo interrupted him, turning the canvas around. When brother mentioned he could keep it, Mato beamed, nodding eagerly the second he got a good look at the canvas. It was... breathtaking. Incredible. The impact of the artwork was undeniable, his voice rich with pure, unadulterated awe... ]

"Oh, come on!!!.. Of course I like it!! There is no way you made something this beautiful so fast... How can I ever repay you, Sheo? Can I really keep it?! Ah, do I even deserve this?.. Thank you so much!!!"

I am glad you said so. And don't be silly, of course you deserve it!

*He paused, clearing up his art supplies, packing them back into the bag. The canvas he used was now leaning against a wall, left to dry.

Sheo sat besides Mato, absent-mindedly fiddling with his claws that were crusted slightly in paint.*

You said I should not miss you. I will miss you anyway. You're my brother, but even so I do not wish to take up too much of your time, considering you also have your own duties to tend to. Besides, I hear from pupils that you are the most favourite Nailmaster amongst the three of us.

*He ended that sentence with a light chuckle. That was when he noticed Mato's claws were practically twitching for a hug.

Awkwardly, he outstretched his arms.*

"You always know what's best for me, Sheo. Even now".

...

[ Then a faint whisper escaped his lips... ]

"... Thank you".

This moment, it is not enough. He did not want to let go.*

Thank you. For this chance.

*He gave him a forehead bump, just like they did when they were kids, his front horns bouncing against the Nailmaster's. Then, he slowly pulled away out of the hug.

Claws found his bag and picked it up, and with slow steps he trudged to the front door. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Mato's.*

"I promise you, Sheo. Nothing’s going to get in the way... except our own choices. And remember..."

[ He paused, making sure Sheo was listening ]

"I wouldn’t miss that chance for the world".

[ Stepping up to his older brother's right side, Mato gave his shoulder a gentle, affectionate pat, trying to pass on all the warmth he felt ]

"Hmm... promise me you’ll get there safe and sound. And if you can spare a piece of parchment, drop me a line when you make it home. Oh, and one more thing..."

...

"...Give your partner my best... if you get the chance, that is".

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".

He reached out for his cup and took a sip, trying to compare its taste to the Nailmaster's description.*

You are right, it is worth it! You've certainly improved compared to the last time you tried to make tea, haha.

*As he resumed painting, he was aware of his brother watching him. The silence that took place was... a little bit unnerving. He could still hear the howl of the winds that gave the top of Hallownest its name.*

I'm quite curious, Mato. This place is... it's such a barren and brutal wasteland. Why would you choose to live here? I had my reasons: Greenpath is a beautiful and remote place, perfect to practise the arts. Oro, he wanted to...

*...he wanted to get away from us as far as he could. Sheo bit his tongue from saying that.*

[ Nailmaster absolutely adored it when his older brother showed such childish curiosity. Sheo had always been this way, and it was... endearing. Along with the rush of memories, Mato recalled the exact reason he had been forced to settle down in this specific place ]

"For the longest time, I was drawn to this area. It felt like a remote wasteland – vast, yet incredibly isolated. It gets cold out here, and lonely at times... but it keeps my mind sharp, even if I can't stand loneliness, though".

...

"I know where Oro is living now. I respect his choice, of course, but I have my suspicions about what really drove it... Hm. Anyway, I'm actually glad my place is so far out. It means no distractions for mastering Nailsage's teachings, and all that..."

[ He glanced toward the room's exit, out where the wind swirled and howled like a living thing. It would plunge to the ground, shatter, and then, reborn, rise back up to keep drifting ]

"I can't hide anything from you, my dear. My choice to live here was also born out of... well, my aesthetic preferences".

[ Mato took a small sip ]

I suppose we do. But I am glad you could find comfort here, despite its... conditions. It's... it's inspirational.

...

And I asked because, well, you know...

*He took a sip of his tea and thought about Mato's words. Lonely. He has felt it for a long time, before the Nailsmith came. At least he had his arts to content himself with during those years... he can't imagine being in his brother's shoes. How can Mato bear it?*

"Oh, Sheo... that sounds amazing. I’ll definitely swing by later, I think. I mean, if you both want to see me..."

[ The thought was nerve-wracking, but in a good way. Just knowing that someone, somewhere, was waiting for you... ]

"Even when we part ways again, I’m going to miss you. But you shouldn't miss me. Next time, I think I’ll be the one coming to visit you, my dear. But for now..."

[ Mato's eyes lingered on Sheo, watching how meticulously he was drawing. Wait, was he already painting? Did he finish the sketch that quickly? ]

"How do you even work that fast, brother? Practice makes perfect, I guess?"

*Sheo paused, finishing the last of his tea. Then, he resumed to his work.*

I usually paint portraits if I can. Sometimes, my pupils. Other times, the Nailsmith is usually up for being my muse. I do not mind painting him many times.

Given how dangerous the lands have been during the Infection, I could not try out painting landscapes. I will soon, and Unn has given me permission already.

...

*He looked into his painting, seeing his brother's watercolour eyes staring back at him.*

Mato, would you like this painting, perhaps? I know I said that I wanted to take it home, but on second thought...

"That’s amazing! To be honest... I’ve always thought portraits were the hardest thing to paint. Like, having to capture every single detail... it’s just..."

!!!

[ Sheo interrupted him, turning the canvas around. When brother mentioned he could keep it, Mato beamed, nodding eagerly the second he got a good look at the canvas. It was... breathtaking. Incredible. The impact of the artwork was undeniable, his voice rich with pure, unadulterated awe... ]

"Oh, come on!!!.. Of course I like it!! There is no way you made something this beautiful so fast... How can I ever repay you, Sheo? Can I really keep it?! Ah, do I even deserve this?.. Thank you so much!!!"

I am glad you said so. And don't be silly, of course you deserve it!

*He paused, clearing up his art supplies, packing them back into the bag. The canvas he used was now leaning against a wall, left to dry.

Sheo sat besides Mato, absent-mindedly fiddling with his claws that were crusted slightly in paint.*

You said I should not miss you. I will miss you anyway. You're my brother, but even so I do not wish to take up too much of your time, considering you also have your own duties to tend to. Besides, I hear from pupils that you are the most favourite Nailmaster amongst the three of us.

*He ended that sentence with a light chuckle. That was when he noticed Mato's claws were practically twitching for a hug.

Awkwardly, he outstretched his arms.*

"You always know what's best for me, Sheo. Even now".

...

[ Then a faint whisper escaped his lips... ]

"... Thank you".

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".

He reached out for his cup and took a sip, trying to compare its taste to the Nailmaster's description.*

You are right, it is worth it! You've certainly improved compared to the last time you tried to make tea, haha.

*As he resumed painting, he was aware of his brother watching him. The silence that took place was... a little bit unnerving. He could still hear the howl of the winds that gave the top of Hallownest its name.*

I'm quite curious, Mato. This place is... it's such a barren and brutal wasteland. Why would you choose to live here? I had my reasons: Greenpath is a beautiful and remote place, perfect to practise the arts. Oro, he wanted to...

*...he wanted to get away from us as far as he could. Sheo bit his tongue from saying that.*

[ Nailmaster absolutely adored it when his older brother showed such childish curiosity. Sheo had always been this way, and it was... endearing. Along with the rush of memories, Mato recalled the exact reason he had been forced to settle down in this specific place ]

"For the longest time, I was drawn to this area. It felt like a remote wasteland – vast, yet incredibly isolated. It gets cold out here, and lonely at times... but it keeps my mind sharp, even if I can't stand loneliness, though".

...

"I know where Oro is living now. I respect his choice, of course, but I have my suspicions about what really drove it... Hm. Anyway, I'm actually glad my place is so far out. It means no distractions for mastering Nailsage's teachings, and all that..."

[ He glanced toward the room's exit, out where the wind swirled and howled like a living thing. It would plunge to the ground, shatter, and then, reborn, rise back up to keep drifting ]

"I can't hide anything from you, my dear. My choice to live here was also born out of... well, my aesthetic preferences".

[ Mato took a small sip ]

I suppose we do. But I am glad you could find comfort here, despite its... conditions. It's... it's inspirational.

...

And I asked because, well, you know...

*He took a sip of his tea and thought about Mato's words. Lonely. He has felt it for a long time, before the Nailsmith came. At least he had his arts to content himself with during those years... he can't imagine being in his brother's shoes. How can Mato bear it?*

"Oh, Sheo... that sounds amazing. I’ll definitely swing by later, I think. I mean, if you both want to see me..."

[ The thought was nerve-wracking, but in a good way. Just knowing that someone, somewhere, was waiting for you... ]

"Even when we part ways again, I’m going to miss you. But you shouldn't miss me. Next time, I think I’ll be the one coming to visit you, my dear. But for now..."

[ Mato's eyes lingered on Sheo, watching how meticulously he was drawing. Wait, was he already painting? Did he finish the sketch that quickly? ]

"How do you even work that fast, brother? Practice makes perfect, I guess?"

*Sheo paused, finishing the last of his tea. Then, he resumed to his work.*

I usually paint portraits if I can. Sometimes, my pupils. Other times, the Nailsmith is usually up for being my muse. I do not mind painting him many times.

Given how dangerous the lands have been during the Infection, I could not try out painting landscapes. I will soon, and Unn has given me permission already.

...

*He looked into his painting, seeing his brother's watercolour eyes staring back at him.*

Mato, would you like this painting, perhaps? I know I said that I wanted to take it home, but on second thought...

"That’s amazing! To be honest... I’ve always thought portraits were the hardest thing to paint. Like, having to capture every single detail... it’s just..."

!!!

[ Sheo interrupted him, turning the canvas around. When brother mentioned he could keep it, Mato beamed, nodding eagerly the second he got a good look at the canvas. It was... breathtaking. Incredible. The impact of the artwork was undeniable, his voice rich with pure, unadulterated awe... ]

"Oh, come on!!!.. Of course I like it!! There is no way you made something this beautiful so fast... How can I ever repay you, Sheo? Can I really keep it?! Ah, do I even deserve this?.. Thank you so much!!!"

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".

He reached out for his cup and took a sip, trying to compare its taste to the Nailmaster's description.*

You are right, it is worth it! You've certainly improved compared to the last time you tried to make tea, haha.

*As he resumed painting, he was aware of his brother watching him. The silence that took place was... a little bit unnerving. He could still hear the howl of the winds that gave the top of Hallownest its name.*

I'm quite curious, Mato. This place is... it's such a barren and brutal wasteland. Why would you choose to live here? I had my reasons: Greenpath is a beautiful and remote place, perfect to practise the arts. Oro, he wanted to...

*...he wanted to get away from us as far as he could. Sheo bit his tongue from saying that.*

[ Nailmaster absolutely adored it when his older brother showed such childish curiosity. Sheo had always been this way, and it was... endearing. Along with the rush of memories, Mato recalled the exact reason he had been forced to settle down in this specific place ]

"For the longest time, I was drawn to this area. It felt like a remote wasteland – vast, yet incredibly isolated. It gets cold out here, and lonely at times... but it keeps my mind sharp, even if I can't stand loneliness, though".

...

"I know where Oro is living now. I respect his choice, of course, but I have my suspicions about what really drove it... Hm. Anyway, I'm actually glad my place is so far out. It means no distractions for mastering Nailsage's teachings, and all that..."

[ He glanced toward the room's exit, out where the wind swirled and howled like a living thing. It would plunge to the ground, shatter, and then, reborn, rise back up to keep drifting ]

"I can't hide anything from you, my dear. My choice to live here was also born out of... well, my aesthetic preferences".

[ Mato took a small sip ]

I suppose we do. But I am glad you could find comfort here, despite its... conditions. It's... it's inspirational.

...

And I asked because, well, you know...

*He took a sip of his tea and thought about Mato's words. Lonely. He has felt it for a long time, before the Nailsmith came. At least he had his arts to content himself with during those years... he can't imagine being in his brother's shoes. How can Mato bear it?*

"Oh, Sheo... that sounds amazing. I’ll definitely swing by later, I think. I mean, if you both want to see me..."

[ The thought was nerve-wracking, but in a good way. Just knowing that someone, somewhere, was waiting for you... ]

"Even when we part ways again, I’m going to miss you. But you shouldn't miss me. Next time, I think I’ll be the one coming to visit you, my dear. But for now..."

[ Mato's eyes lingered on Sheo, watching how meticulously he was drawing. Wait, was he already painting? Did he finish the sketch that quickly? ]

"How do you even work that fast, brother? Practice makes perfect, I guess?"

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".

He reached out for his cup and took a sip, trying to compare its taste to the Nailmaster's description.*

You are right, it is worth it! You've certainly improved compared to the last time you tried to make tea, haha.

*As he resumed painting, he was aware of his brother watching him. The silence that took place was... a little bit unnerving. He could still hear the howl of the winds that gave the top of Hallownest its name.*

I'm quite curious, Mato. This place is... it's such a barren and brutal wasteland. Why would you choose to live here? I had my reasons: Greenpath is a beautiful and remote place, perfect to practise the arts. Oro, he wanted to...

*...he wanted to get away from us as far as he could. Sheo bit his tongue from saying that.*

[ Nailmaster absolutely adored it when his older brother showed such childish curiosity. Sheo had always been this way, and it was... endearing. Along with the rush of memories, Mato recalled the exact reason he had been forced to settle down in this specific place ]

"For the longest time, I was drawn to this area. It felt like a remote wasteland – vast, yet incredibly isolated. It gets cold out here, and lonely at times... but it keeps my mind sharp, even if I can't stand loneliness, though".

...

"I know where Oro is living now. I respect his choice, of course, but I have my suspicions about what really drove it... Hm. Anyway, I'm actually glad my place is so far out. It means no distractions for mastering Nailsage's teachings, and all that..."

[ He glanced toward the room's exit, out where the wind swirled and howled like a living thing. It would plunge to the ground, shatter, and then, reborn, rise back up to keep drifting ]

"I can't hide anything from you, my dear. My choice to live here was also born out of... well, my aesthetic preferences".

[ Mato took a small sip ]

A moment of pause. Then a familiar shape emerged into the light of the hut. Sheo clutches his cloak and apron tightly as he enters, as if still afraid they'll be snatched by the strong gusts of wind from outside.

Upon seeing... him... his brother... he froze in his step. Memories of a younger Mato comes crashing in like a tidal wave. He has grown... so much... after all this time... it is hard to believe...

...

Despite his turmoil, he tried to remain as calm as possible, his hands gripping his traveler's bag tightly.*

It is nice to see you again, brother.

@paintmaster-sheo-official

[ It didn't take him long to come up to Sheo. As soon as Nailmaster saw how much he was carrying, Mato gently took the items from his claws before speaking ]

"Sheo, my brother! It's been a long time!"

[ Deciding not to make a big fuss, Mato set visitor's bag and other belongings down before pulling his brother into a warm embrace that quickly warmed Sheo from his journey through the cold wind-swept wasteland ]

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this! Feel free to make yourself at home, my dear, and you'll soon feel warm".

[ A brief silence prompted him to speak again. Nailmaster still hugged Sheo, not letting go ]

"Would you like to have some tea, hm-m? Please, don't hesitate!"

Arms relieved of the bag, he gently wrapped his claws around Mato, returning the hug.*

Likewise, brother... I have been waiting... too long... I am sorry I could not, did not, visit sooner.

*He gave Mato a final squeeze before slowly, regretfully, letting go of his hug.

The pinpricks of his coldness from outside have already started to fade in the warmth of the hut. He cleared his voice.*

Yes, I would like some tea! If... if it doesn't trouble you too much, that is.

*Sheo gestures to the bag in Mato's hand.*

I've also brought some art supplies. I had wanted to paint you... now that you are older... so I may never forget. Forgive me if that is a foolish notion.

I also brought something which you might enjoy... but perhaps you could bring out the tea first.

[ Nailmaster's face lit up at the very thought ]

"Of course, I wouldn't consider it a foolish notion, my brother. I suppose... this is your new passion? Oh, I'm sure you have talent, my dear!"

[ He carefully handed the backpack back to Sheo, releasing the strap only when he was sure Sheo had a firm grip on it ]

"But first, tea, yeah. Hm-m... what did you say? Something which I might enjoy?"

[ Curiosity crept into his voice, though Sheo couldn't catch his expression since Mato had already turned toward the far cabinet for the tea set ]

"Feel free to talk while I'm busy! Oh, you can use the pillows on the floor, I mean... make yourself comfortable".

[ He looked back over his shoulder ]

I am now pursuing my true calling with the brush, but of that I'm sure you already know by now. Still, pupils sometimes come in expecting to find Nailmaster Sheo.

...

Other than that, nothing else. My apologies. I'm sure you expected more from the... oldest... amongst the three of us.

*The clattering of porcelain sounded from the cabinet as Mato prepared the tea. Absent-mindedly, Sheo opened the bag and rummaged inside in search of something. Should he tell him? About the Nailsmith? There was the small prick of anxiety, but Mato is his brother! And Mato was already very supportive of the Paintmaster's new passion.*

I have also been fortunate enough to find a... a partner. The... former Nailsmith from the City.

*His gaze snapped up to look at his brother, eyes gleaming, eager to change the topic.*

"Hm-m, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you, my dear!"

[ It was time to open up about his own updates. He couldn't bring himself to admit that, despite all his promises, he hadn't actually rushed into mastering their Great Nailsage's teachings. Better to start small. Besides, Mato was completely fixated on Sheo's new partner ]

"...You were talking about the pupils. I had one like that... You should know how wonderful they are! As you probably know, I noticed that they had trained your Nail Art. I can't believe we're so lucky! But, hm-m..."

[ Nailmaster hesitated. There wasn't much to say, even though he had developed deep platonic feelings for his pupil ]

"Well, eh... I don't even know where they're gone now. Am I somehow worried about them?.. You should have seen how much I was filled with love when I realized a bond between us... I even dared to call them my child, can you imagine? And so. Their appearance in my life clarified a lot for me: it was as if I started seeing things differently. Some things that didn't make sense to me suddenly made sense".

[ Just as Mato began to drift into his own memories, he snapped back to his brother's news. A playful, knowing look returned to his face ]

I understand how you feel about that pupil of yours... and while I've never been as direct to them as you were, I certainly think of them fondly.

*He found what he was looking for and fished a jar from the bag and set it on the table. Its contents looked like... cookies? Freshly baked, too.*

That pupil... they've played a role in bringing us... the Nailsmith and I... together. I... do not think he'd like it if I went into details, but suffice to say, he was lost. Lost in his path, lost in his purpose in life.

I allowed him shelter at my place. Then we talked, and it turns out that he, too, has an interest in the arts. And now, we make art together!

I'll be forever indebted to the pupil for bringing joy to us both... Oh, and I'm sure you know that they mastered Oro's Nail Art, too! Hrm... I wonder how he is!

*The Paintmaster paused for a moment to study Mato's expression. He knew there had been some bad blood between him and Oro since the three parted ways, though he was unsure if the two had made up yet.*

"Oh, you know, I'd honestly call it a godsend! You two are completely made for each other. Even the way our pupil played a role in this is just magical. It feels like everything was leading us toward this reunion from the very start!"

[ Mato could feel Sheo closely reading his reaction to the sudden mention of their other brother... ]

"Ah, about Oro. It's really not a sore subject, my dear... hm-m. I was actually glad to see how much our pupil's combat skills improved thanks to our brother — it definitely made them stronger".

...

"Sheo... I’m way past this feud, and I’m moving on, though I genuinely regret that things ended up this way. Life is just too short to waste on the kind of pride Oro's holding onto... I reached out, I tried to connect, but I hit a brick wall. There's nothing more I can do until he decides to take a step himself... anyway, nevermind. I always wish him the best, even if we don't talk the way we should".

[ His tone grew tense. Nailmaster bit his tongue to keep from venting his true feelings about the old feud; stooping that low while discussing about Oro with Sheo felt entirely wrong. He needed to change the subject, and fast ]

"...But at least I have you. I'm so inspired by what you're striving for, and seeing the shifts in your life — it hits close to home for me too, brother".

*Mato's discomfort was palpable in his voice. Perhaps it would be wise not to push further on the matter.*

...I understand.

Your persistence in holding to master's teachings even after all this time... I give you my full respect for that, little brother.

*Seeing that Mato looked eager to change the subject, Sheo gestured with his chin to the jar of cookies he brought.*

I also brought cookies! After living off the limited variety of... squit meat... I also wanted to practise culinary arts, baking, and the like.

The spices used for these cookies are from the crops at Greenpath. As long as the cover remains airtight, they will be in good condition for a long time. I am... definitely not as masterful as I am with painting; even my love admits so, aha. But I hope they will serve as a refreshing treat for you compared to... whatever you can get in such a barren and hostile place to live. Perhaps... you can even give some to your pupils!

*A smile was in his voice when he said that. The Paintmaster then drew out a small canvas and art supplies.*

"Yeah, go ahead! I'm amazed that you're able to do it so quickly... It's certainly a testament to your skill, my dear!"

[ Turning back to the cups, which were already filled with boiling water and herbs, Nailmaster could already smell the aroma of the tea being prepared. He also noticed the cookies that Sheo had mentioned ]

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, brother, thanks! Don't even worry, I bet they taste amazing!"

[ As he watched his brother diligently sketching, Mato smiled softly ]

"Help yourself to some tea whenever you're ready. Enjoy... I know it takes a bit to brew, but it's totally worth it. I accidentally poured you a little too much hot water, though, so my bad".