Savara passed by a room that smelled heavily of various clays and paints, among other things. Her senses were more in tuned than others and being so were also very sensitive to smells and textures.
She poked her head in, noticing it was the schools art room. She stepped in and examined some of the hanging art work. Though she preferred her piano, she sometimes dabbled in oil painting as well. Her mother objected but she also liked to sculpt sometimes too. Only reason for her mothers objection was that sculpting left a mess; something Savara liked. She liked activities where she could get her hands dirty.
She looked around at the tables that were set up, each geared towards a specific medium. She noted someone had started a few sculptures.
After having her fill of the room, she decided to move on, to see what other interesting things the school had to offer.
Thu 16 Feb 2012, 4:59 pm by 
Subject: Art Room A. 
