Philistine
(( DWC February 2026, Day 5, Depth/Shimmer, @daily-writing-challenge CW: none ))
Ghorren rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking closely at the image before him. Then he took a step back. Then he leaned in close. He "hmmm"ed thoughtfully. He noted the way the light danced across the pigments, the way the colours flowed in bold shapes.
"Sweetie, it looks amazing. I do not understand what it means." he declared, turning his gaze back to his youngest daughter.
Qirra's jaw set in frustration, mimicking her mother's mannerisms, as she clucked her tongue. "It's -supposed- to invoke meaning in the viewer, and my teachers said it did a very good job of that! I got a special commendation from the academy for this abstract piece! You have plundered so much art, how can you not understand it, Father?!"
Ghorren could only shrug. "Oh, if I saw this in a treasure horde, I'd be sure to snap it right up. I can tell it's valuable. But if you want to know what meaning it stirs in me? It's colours and shapes, and I don't know why people pay so much for them." Ghorren raised his hand to cut off his daughter's likely rightful tirade. "But I am a man who understands his shortcomings, and when I heard from your teachers that you had been commended, the first thing I did was get you a gift to celebrate!" he declared, pulling out his secret weapon, a set of fine paintbrushes he'd acquired in Suramar's artisan district.
Qirra took the brushes, and huffed as she opened the box to examine them. Her face was still angry, but her eyes glittered with joy. "You're so stupid, papa."
"I know my daughter, that's why I am happy you can be smart for me. Now, tell me all about your classes, you have me all day." He opened his arms, offering her a hug that was grumpily taken, as father and daughter settled in for their visit.
