<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Art Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 11th, 11:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making a new friend<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6a/f9/88/6af988d66f556e409cc8b9d3fe26a0f1.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>After her art class had ended, Hourglass packed up her things, which wasn't much. She had a pencil case filled to the brim with colored pens and a few pencils, one sketchpad, and one lined notebook for any notes she may have needed to take. It was an interesting class and she had learned quite a few things that she hadn't taught herself over the years, but they weren't really her style. Hourglass had an odd style that was all her own. She had an abstract look on everyday life that consisted of a basic design that was turned magical with all types of bright colors and strange angles. She had no desire to change her style, having worked years to perfect it until it was everything she loved.<br/><br/>Sunspot, her newest friend, had told her about Rahne and how they should meet. They shared similar interests, it seemed, as Rahne had also attended this art class. The seemingly shy girl was still packing up her things and seemed to be in no rush, considering everyone else in the class, including the teacher, had already left for lunch. Hourglass had sat a few seats behind the girl and they hadn't spoken at all during the class, but she decided to introduce herself. More friends was never a bad thing and she trusted Sunspot when he said they would probably get along well.<br/><br/>The petite young woman hugged her books to her chest and walked up to Rahne's desk before stopping, beside it.<strong>"Sunspot told me that I should maybe introduce myself to you,"</strong>she began, forgetting to even say hello first or offer her name. She was a bit nervous in introducing herself.<br/><br/><strong>"I, um... I don't have many friends yet and he thought that you and I might enjoy spending time together because we both like art and such. I'm sorry if this is awkward. I'm a little nervous,"</strong>she admitted, not sure what to say. Walking up to a stranger and introducing herself wasn't something she was at all used to doing. She just hoped she wasn't completely blowing it.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Hourglass,"</strong>she finally revealed before holding out her hand for a handshake. The scars on her palm were hidden by the sleeves of her top. They had a thumb-hole that kept her from needing to wear gloves.