[70] The Artist in the Storm

Celena and Ethan had parted ways; he took both their luggage to a room for the night and she'd disappeared around the academy trying to find the art room. She'd never been to this school before, and this was the part of being anywhere new that she loved most. She asked for directions a couple times before actually finding it, and held her breath when she spotted the laminated wooden doors that led straight into it. She opened it and walked in. Such beauty, she thought, as she looked around. They were always fully stocked in some materials, and lacking in others for some reason.

Here, paint was at its mass capacity, but she could tell that canvases weren't. Someone needed to get those manufactured... maybe they ran low after the last big fight. She picked up a paintbrush and stroked it along her hand. She liked the nylon ones, they were always the softest.