<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mOLRayy.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Art Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 11th, 11:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making a new friend.<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne just gave Hourglass a kind smile as the girl talked and talked. Yes, she might have been talking a bit much. But it was also easy enough to see that the girl was just nervous, and Rahne knew that it couldn't have been too easy for her to come up like this and make a conversation with someone she didn't know. She struggled with that very thing herself. Even a year at the school, she could comfortably count the number of friends she had on one hand. And it wasn't like Hourglass was causing trouble--the way Rahne saw it, the more talking the girl did was the less she had to say herself, and that was always fine with her.<br/><br/>"No, no...If you prefer Hourglass, then Hourglass you are." the redhead said with a smile. "Ah like the name...And it fits!" The girl's powers did sound interesting. Much better than her own..."Ah just...turn into a big wolf...Not exactly something to brag much about."<br/><br/>She hesitated slightly, though, when asked if they could share each others art. Biting her bottom lip, she thought about it...before nodding. What harm could it be? So as Hourglass handed over her sketchbook, Rahne did the same.<br/><br/>"Ah don't have much special in there, so..." Most of her art was scenery pieces and portraits, mostly done in charcoal. But she was talented, with the scenes and people depicted almost on par with taking a picture on a phone with the sketch filter on. There were depictions of the school from various angles, and people such as Wolverine, Cam, Rogue, and Gambit. And taking Tess's book, she started to look through it. It was an odd style--but she liked it. "These are really good...I like them anyway. I'm not nearly so creative..." she hummed, flipping slowly through the book, examining each piece of art in its due turn.