Arwen stared down at the sketch in her book, and a faint sparkle lit her eyes. "I don't draw usually," she said, and Mia's gaze darted back to the picture on the paper.
"Then Ma'am given how well you have drawn him; you seem to have a talent in art. It's like you don't need to practice a lot to make it come perfect," Mia replied, but that's not what Arwen meant to say.
But she wasn't disappointed at all. After all, she hasn't told anyone about this before. Glancing up, she nodded. "Yes, you can call it a rare talent because I can't draw at all."
"You can't draw?" Mia didn't understand.
And seeing her confused, Arwen didn't mind explaining it to her. "Yes, a rare talent," she said, immediately adding, "Because this talent comes rarely in me." She then glanced down at Aiden's image she had drawn. "I can't draw people always. I can only do it when I am missing them and they aren't around."