You could say that. I kind of just painted little by little a night for a whole year, so I had plenty of time to get it right.

[...Rocks should be made of rock, as far as Rapunzel would think, but regardless, he's right about testing the paints first.]

The "rock" thing is a great idea.

And if it does work... I can definitely try to make a portrait; I've never done it before. I mean, self-portraits yes, but... that was all. But if you want one for yourself... it shouldn't be too hard; I mean, you're mostly geometric, so...

[She'd have lots of basic shapes and symmetry to work with.]

Well, that's when the stars came out.

[She can't map what she can't see.]

Um... you're welcome? [It was mostly an observation since nothing really had organic curves or intricacies besides the other humans and whatever plants they could get to grow.]

Well, we'll have to fix that; I promise that whenever I get all my paints and tools set up, I'll paint your portrait. And I will definitely do it well... though I might need to do some practice sketches first; I've never drawn or painted robots before. But that's probably kind of obvious, huh?

Oh, I um... never painted outside. Ever.

[Remember back when she said she was sheltered? She wasn't kidding.]

Yeah, I've noticed that. You're all so different. I think it's really neat.

[Perhaps it's past time she stopped comparing them to statues, but aesthetically and from an artist's eye, they seem like individual, unique sculptures. Once you get past the weirdness of them, they're rather pretty.

Well, no. I cleaned, did crafts, made candles, practiced my seamstressing, cooked and baked, read whatever books Mother brought home, played guitar, danced...

[All inside the same room.]

[Mmm just listen to all that nervous laughter.] About that... I actually never went outside my tower. Ever. W-well, not until the day Flynn showed up and I left on that journey. [AHEM.] Anyways, I had just always painted over furniture and the walls and ceiling, and once in a while, canvas if Mother wanted to surprise me.

[Did she ever mention she lived in a tower? No? Oops. Cat's out of the bag now.]

Wait, this Cybertron is colorful? [In comparison to what she could see from her towers and her color-coated tower walls, it's rather... muted.]

And um... this is going to sound really awful, but... what's a library?

Exactly. Like never. Though... I really don't think it was unhealthy, especially since Mother raised me that way for my own protection. You saw my hair... well, at least know what it's supposed to do. Not everyone in the outside world is bad, and I learned that, but if someone really did want my power, they'd have to take me, away from home, away from my mother. Because if my hair is cut off, it loses its power. There's no way around it staying attached to me. So I stayed in the tower to keep that gift protected.

[Sure, it made her curiosity insatiable, and she definitely missed out on so many things life had to offer, but wasn't it her responsibility to keep her magic safe? In hindsight, given that thugs could prove to be friends and that she had yet to be in danger because of her power, she really doesn't know. Not anymore.]

I'm not busy at all; I was mostly just gathering ideas on what to do for paint today, not actually figure out how to make it.

[Datafiles? Abwuh? Books, though... books she understands.]

Um, when you're done showing me around, do you think you can take me to the library?

[Can you show her something familiar about the strangest lightning?]

That's... actually exactly what it was like.

[Ahaha ahaha haha haaaaaa... bit of a sad life, isn't it? For now though, she shoves those uncomfortable feelings aside.]

That works out perfectly then! I'll go wait outside the temple for you.