Ambros sipped his espresso and gave a weary smile to the girl four years her junior. He heard something about a written song and a portrait. He remembered the song a bit. Not so much the portrait. Not that she would stand still enough for him to sketch one.
"Good morning to you, too, Faul. I see you're energetic as usual. Myself, not so much. I don't have your song ready yet, I'm afraid. I've been a bit stooped in practice and the like. And I'd likely be able to get your portrait done if you'd stay still long enough for me to set a line. I do, however, have a few stanzas memorized for you this morning." He shook his wrist so the sleeve of his suit would fall slightly, cleared his throat, and sat his hand on his chest like a glorified bard.
"Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine"
He bent down to ruffle her hair slightly, before spinning around and standing straight again in a smooth turn.
"It is right it should be so
Man was made for joy and woe
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go"
With that, he marched off, sipping his espresso and lining up for breakfast. He looked back to Tamsin and smiled a bit brighter, before looking ahead once more as he waited for his meal.
In his head, he faced the monotonous threshold of black and white once more. The kitchen ladies appeared as horrifying monsters with contorted faces and demonic wings made from skeletal hands, and mouths agape with dread fangs aplenty. He looked back and it seemed a bit more colorful. The hue seemed to be a bit pink in this area. The happy girls who'd become his friends were surrounded by doves, a halo atop each's head. Faul wore hers a bit crooked. spirals of happy spring green came off from the strands of their hair, and their eyes glowed violet which was not theirs. It was just how he perceived them in his imagination. His eyes focused to the other lad, Louis. He was a good sort. Thus, he exuded an air of green, and his hair was not his color, but emeraldine. He exuded a green fog about him, an infectious happiness he brought to all good souls. He appreciated his company.
Forward again, the horrific kitchen ladies. He flashed out of his vision as he was handed a small tray of food from a lady who was much more beautiful than he had perceived. She wore a sneer, however, which likely explained his impression. He bowed politely and returned to the group of acquaintances. He seemed a bit hazy, as he had returned to his visions. He was barely listening, even. He didn't hear the conversation. He just looked at the darling mixture of pink and green, of good friends and lovely ladies. He stopped for a moment while staring at the group lucidly and simply interjected, "You are all beautiful."