Warg & Mion
Warg Warg
Mion Mion
Mion Mion
Hey, Warg, I’ve been thinking about how you see a battlefield and how I try to capture that feeling in colors. Do you ever wonder what your battles would look like if someone painted them instead of fighting them?
Warg Warg
I see steel and blood, a storm of iron and fire. If a paintbrush were to capture it, it would be dark reds, jagged blacks, flashes of gold where the sword meets the shield. It would feel like a thunderclap, not a quiet canvas. A battle ain't a picture, but if it were, it would still taste of sweat and the taste of victory.
Mion Mion
Wow, that’s really vivid. I think if I painted it, the reds would bleed into the blacks, and maybe the gold would be like a quick flash that feels like a lightning strike. It would still be so loud, but I’d try to catch the quiet breath just before the clash, you know?
Warg Warg
You sound like you’ve got the right eye for it. A quiet breath before the storm is all the war I’d want in a painting—no louds but the promise of the clash. Keep it true, and you’ll catch the heart of the fight.