[A good exhalation of smoke gets directed towards the ceiling of the cave, where it can be lost among the shadows. Hopefully nothing will fall down on your head as a result.]

Not many people knew where he was, nor did they know about his gift. His grandmother had taken many early precautions to keep any attention from coming his way. And as for the rest.. well, let's say he had some other influences watching out for him.

I'm not sure if I would call it life the same way that you or I might appear alive. Your mouse was close enough that I mistook it for one of his. Can you paint anything, and have it take on qualities such as movement or action? Something you can touch, off the page?