How Green Becomes Wood

"Photographs just aren't really what come to mind when I think of an artist is all," Milo replied, "That doesn't mean I think I'm not good at it or that I don't think photography is an art. I dunno. Do you think of yourself as an artist, with your leathercraft?"
 
"Don't worry, I know I'm good at this," Milo replied with just the tiniest bit of a self-satisfied smirk on his face before his phone vibrated and he took it out, looking at it briefly and sending a quick response before saying, "Your cousin texts me a lot."
 
"I guess so. I told her I was doing this today, she asked me if I got any good ones of her." Milo replied, picking up the loupe and looking through the film, figuring he may as well check to see if he had the answer she was hoping for.
 
"Oh wow," Milo mumbled, sitting back and handing Xander the loupe, "Look at this one of your mom."

The picture in question was taken during one of the times at the party Ivy was overstimulated and tired and especially clingy towards Daizi as a result. In this particular frame, nestled in amongst a few of the two of them, Daizi was resting her head against Ivy's with a pensive but loving look on her face and a smile like she had just whispered something sweet and secret. Only one of her hands was visible and she held Ivy protectively while Ivy was pulling some of her mother's hair towards her, the sunlight hitting the strands in a way which made them look nearly like a delicate veil.
 
"Okay, good," Milo replied, still a bit hesitant but trusting Xander knew his mom better than he did. "I won't have all of these finished today, but I can probably get you the prints and the flashdrive by the end of the week, if that's cool?"
 
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