Kumari was only alone for a few minutes. A student she might recognize from a few of her classes came over and sat beside her. Tallis was always the type to deeply delve into her art, often times having to be reminded by the instructors when the class was over. She had long pink hair and made all of her own clothes.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://scontent-b-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/s720x720/384537_492709234127575_2103423272_n.jpg)</div><br/>"Hi, Kumari right? How'd you like ceramics class? I never have enough time to get everything done that I want to in it. You don't mind if I sit here do you?" Tallis was already unpacking her lunch. A little set of wicker baskets all stacked one inside the other. "Like it? I made it myself." She was referring to the little basket in her hand.<br/><br/>Tallis spoke with an American accent.