As she watched the discussion about her go back and forth, the small girl eventually grew tired as the larger people spoke about her, but not to her.<br/><br/>Looking around the room she spotted several large people with drawings all over their arms, she stared at them, Mister Zato had never let her draw on her arms, and when alerted to the fact she had done so by other monks, had often sent her off to get it scrubbed clean, which had always taken a long time since the ink had sunk in, and left her pale skin sore and red.<br/><br/>Here people must really like to draw, since a lot of the other people sitting around had drawings that disappeared down their sleeves, she supposed they must've run out of space on their arms, and had wanted to do another drawing.<br/><br/>The by now, rather large duck that sat on her lap flapped its wings slightly, and began preening its back. She'd tried to draw on Mister Feathers once, but he'd run off and she hadn't been able to find him until dinner time, so she hadn't tried again.