Angus was careful to show Poppy on her sketchpad, how to do a proper nose, and some of the simple tricks he had taught himself to correct the minor shaping error she had with Minos's nose. He understood how important it was to her that the only pencil strokes or chalk strokes on Minos's portrait were her own, so he made no effort to touch her work in any way. He gave her some hints in order to help her improve here shading and her blending of the chalks to liven up her background. And for Poppy's part, she found she quickly understood how he explained things. She found she learned immediately what he was showing her. Working with him for the few minutes she did was something she enjoyed immensely.
The other thing she really liked was that he didn't treat her like a little kid. He treated her as if she were a young woman because that was the way he saw her. People often made the mistake of treating her like a small child because if her diminutive size, but Angus didn't make that mistake. He didn't talk down to her and didn't hover either. She didn't need that. She had good grandparents and a dad that were good caretakers. She didn't need more that over protected her.
She finally got to the point where she looked at him, and showed him the picture again.
"So what else should I do with it?" she asked him.
"You want my honest opinion?" Angus asked.
"Yeah. Tell me," she said.
"I wouldn't touch it. If you do much more, you risk doing too much. You want Minos to be the focus, not the background, and I don't think you should do one more thing to his image either. The only thing I think you should do now is to let me cast a waterproofing spell on it so the chalks don't run. Are you going to give him the original?"
"I didn't think about making a copy," she said
"We need to make a copy. If you're going to give him the original, you can keep the copy or give the copy to your dad to hang in his house. Either way, this is too good for you to not have a copy of it at least. And then, if you like, we can give the original to Minos."
"I'm nervous. What if he doesn't like it?"
"He's going to love it," he reassured her. He cast a waterproofing spell on it to protect the chalks from running and ruining the portrait, and then he cast a spell to make a copy. Then, with her full permission, he called for Minos.
"Minos," Angus said, "Poppy has been working on a drawing while she recovers from her surgery, and she'd like you to have it." Minos looked at her questioningly and pointed to himself, unsure if she really wanted him to have one of her drawings.
"I mean, if you think its good enough," she told him awkwardly, uncertain. Angus turned the portrait around to show him. He was wide eyed, and he stared at it for a moment, overwhelmed. And then he looked at her, gesturing to a multitude of symbols very quickly.
"He loves it," Angus told her. "He's overwhelmed because he says it is so beautiful. He wants your permission to use this as his official royal portrait."
"Royal portrait?" she looked confused.
"Don't you know?" Angus asked.
"Know what?"
"Minos is the new king of this little kingdom of fairies. He doesn't have a royal portrait yet, and he'd like to use yours and make it small enough that he can hang it in the throne room of his castle."
"Me? My painting? Really?" she asked, surprised. Minos nodded. "Um...Sure. I mean, of course. If you're sure. I could maybe do a better one..." Minos shook his head. He didn't want a different one. He wanted that one. And he gestured to her that nothing meant more to him than a gift from a friend. She was flattered at a fairy king considered her a friend. Minos shrank the painting to the size that he wanted, and he took it to show to his people.
"You have made a king very, very happy," Angus said. "Your dad and your grandparents are going to be proud of you. Job well done, Kiddo."