Vix looked at her with a with a warm smile and lightly laughed. "Yet it seemed like a great conversation starter nonetheless. When in doubt go with ease." He said with a warm smile. He nodded his head. Forests rarely gossiped or whispered wonders to each other about those within their wooden groves. Usually only when an outsider entered was such voices of the nature world heard. "Yes. I can understand all of nature. The trees and the animals. It is most likely due to my mixed heritage." He said honestly. He tilted his head. "It is a beautiful name. It suits you Visonara." He said. He rather liked her name. He looked at the leaves around them as if just now spotting them and then quite visually dismissed them. Smiling at her. "I have no need for wealth...I rather enjoy the simple life. My passion is in painting not in wealth." He resumed the strokes of his brush. He was nearly finished with the scene. He soon painted in Visonara. It was of an extreme likeness to her. He finished the rest of the scene and as the canvas dried he held it up to her. It was breathtaking and literally looked as if the man had simply cloned the scene he had painted from what was before him, shrank it, and attached it to the canvas. He smiled a bit. "Painting is a skill I do well. Here...you can have this." He said. Holding out the landscape painting that held her standing there in a nimble half flight position upon the pages. A smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. He hoped she liked it. He began cleaning his brushes again. Putting the lids on the paint jars of homemade paint. Sliding them back into his pouch bag. He looked at her. "Perhaps I could interest you in showing me around Visonara?"