Nyxeris considered every move very carefully before doing anything. It didn't take much though to paint, just an idea or a feeling but.. Nyx wanted to try his best so it took him much longer and he focused a bit too much on his next action. It turned out okay in the end so it wasn't too bad but were he to paint with just feeling, he would do much better.

He painted the light grey and dark grey clouds that covered the night sky after the black paint had dried. He sat there debating if he should add in northern lights like back home had often but decided against it.. he wasn't skilled enough to do that just yet.

Every time Nyx heard Sabrina say something encouraging he second guessed himself, only for a second but the doubt happened. He kept thinking she was judging him and whenever he took a glance towards her own painting, it looked really cool.

He dotted the painting with a few more glinting stars, going more into detail where he had already spent time rather than moving to new parts of the painting. 'I could just steal a pretty painting..' Nyx sighed mentally. This was taking too much effort for him. Stealing was a natural thing for him, painting.. not so much. Even more difficult because he had never been written to be even remotely creative, painting wise, in his book.

By the time the sun was setting, Nyx had begun painting the background mountains. They loomed in the distance but looked.. pretty. Nyx had climbed those mountains, flown over them and spent time alone on the peaks of those peaceful mountains. He couldn't help wondering if she wanted to live in the book. Clearly she enjoyed reading them. The landscapes they had, the cities, the fae, all seemed like the perfect world if you ignored the constant war between himself and Annalise. He was debating asking her if she really wanted him to go, and if she said yes he would ask if she also wanted to come with him but.. she wouldn't last a second.

He didn't want to put her in danger, she was a friend to him at this point. If anything were to happen... He didn't want to think about that.

"Hmm.." Nyx let out a judgmental noise, somewhat like a comment but not exactly. He stared at his painting. "Are you keeping this here, or do I work on it all night?"