F a l l a c y
Neandro licked his finger and smiled, taking a step back to admire the piece. He had done a beautiful charcoal drawing of Sapphira, one of his new friends. With a large grin, he removed the canvas from the frame and set about preparing to pay her a visit. Humming a merry tune under his breath, he told his mother he was leaving and then headed out towards the area Sapphira lived in.
{{I figure he can run across Jacinta as he goes about through the forest 3nodding }}