It was now far more interesting now that he could more easily read the flows of magic, which allowed him to actually see, in a vague sense, why the Fae moved from group to group. He wondered what the Fae 'experts' back home would make of this, being in the position of able to see closely but not actually effecting it.<br/><br/>And then the Princess called for attention, and he knew his ability to simply observe was going to be drastically reduced. He was sure the ability to observe was due to being gently snobbed since he was 'only' a combatant. He sauntered over to the easel as she finished gathering attention, and had decided to let the 'painting' do most of the 'talking' for him. "A gift for my most gracious sponsor, 'Dance of Lightning.'"<br/><br/>He then carefully drew back the covering, trusting her completely to not utterly humiliate him with a blank canvas. Of course, if she DID, he figured it had just blown back in her face, and had been even worse for him.