@augustusmartis
Pyrrha studied the sky, watching the fluffy white clouds slowly make their way across the blue. She had had some free time today, with the end of classes and no homework assignments due for the night--nor could she recall any upcoming tests or quizzes, but she could always just brush up on subjects right before class the next morning anyways--and she felt she could at least take a day off from training, as her teammates seemed to be silently implying that she should have more hobbies than ‘training’.
So here she was, attempting valiantly to work on what little artistic skills she had. There was a nice stone bench in the courtyard that she’d found that seemed like a good place to try drawing...something. She’d taken along one of the notebooks that she’d ended up not needing for class--as her conversation notebooks were a bit on the small side--and a collection of pencils and erasers in case she happened to break one. Her conversation notebook was sitting next to her if anyone happened to come by.
The red-haired girl stared fixedly at the flower across the path. That looked simple enough, five white petals that were allayed in a star pattern. Surely she could draw a little flower, right? She glanced back down at her notebook, very carefully trying to sketch out the flower. Her results were....less than stellar.
She had the funny feeling that if she asked anyone what they thought the object was supposed to be, they might say windmill, or maybe an incredibly strange rendering of fireworks. Whatever the case, she wasn’t sure it looked much like a flower. A shadow crossed her page and she looked up, blinking, and reached for her smaller notebook, writing down, I’m sorry, is this your bench?
