Ling got to his feet as noiselessly as Iza might have, and crossed over to the painting. His arms folded in his gesture of thinking, hands tucking into his long sleeves. "Tasu Hime Shrine, hmm? It's quite charming."

Ling looked carefully at the painting in the courtly way in which he had been taught to appreciate fine art by his tutors. It's a formula, really, but the object is not to look like it. He observed the painting from five feet way, eyes sweeping the whole canvas. Then he stepped in, fingers on his chin and elbow supported on his left arm, to carefully examine each sixth of the composition in turn.

"Hmm," he nodded, taking note of the brushstrokes. If he'd been holding a folding fan, this was the point at which he should make a gesture at something that he particularly found interesting. As he was right now, he used his open hand. "This small creature here.... a fox perhaps? What is it wearing?"