Hotari paused in her writing with a quiet, frustrated sigh. She set down her mechanical pencil for a moment, and she crossed her arms in thought. Man, it's just not the right time to be working on a new story. I think I'll go into drawing or something. Another sigh allowed itself to escape her lips, and she quietly got up, grabbing her pencil bag and her journal, passing by Ryuuka and Kasai, and made her way to the window. The wind had seemed to let up quite a bit, and now only a gentle breeze remained. She pushed up the window a bit more, then placed her bag and journal on the thick sill. Hotari then placed her hands firmly on it, and leaned forward, boosting herself up. Comfortably, she settled herself down, her back against the left wall of the windowsill, and her right leg extended to the other side. Her left leg she allowed to dangle outside.
Hotari once more picked up her journal, pencil, and a good sized eraser, then set to outlining her next drawing. Thankfully, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She placed the end of her pencil to her lip in thought, deciding how to start. She contented herself by beginning with the aspen and cherry blossom trees for the background, beginning to slide the tip along the paper. Another gentle wind commenced outside, and it casually made its way to the windows of the building, blowing lazily into the classroom and run its fingers through Hotari's hair and also cause her bracelet to make a serene, harmonious peal. A sweet-tempered smile gingerly coaxed its way onto her lips, making them perk up at the the tips faintly. A few birds were still out calling and singing to each other, and she tuned out a lot of the irritating city babble that always insisted on making themselves known. The main thing she was focusing on was the wind. The way it would wedge its way through the tree limbs and rustle through the leaves buoyantly. It was such an endearing sound. Hotari's hearing was also trained on Kasai and Ryuuka's conversation as she continued to drag the pencil back and forth across the page as she did shading and detailing on her trees, then she went on to do the stream and the rocks. Two simple things that were much too easy to do, and she quickly abandoned them for the time being. Instead, she let her pencil begin a new, low hanging branch on which she set to work on doing Hibiki's outline. From here she moved on to his eyes and feathers, then his markings. Once finalized, she began on her precious wooden fan that she had received as a young child. To this she designed to be propped against a tree near the stream, and she worked on detailing it and making it perfected. The grass was the next to be completed, and the drawing was looking really good by this point. She added the reflections of the trees as well as Hibiki to the flowing water, and then she added her small bracelet to the thinnest twig on Hibiki's branch, having it angled so it looked like the wind, which she would be drawing in a minute, was running through the two metal disks, having two or three faint notes rise from it. And, as promised, she added the detailing of gentle wisps of wind, having it carry a few of the blooming petals along with it. Two feathers were carefully descending from his branch, ready to be caught up in the wind. The final touches were where foot prints were imprinted in the mud of the stream, and also the grass under Hibiki's branch. She traced her signature along the lower right hand corner of the paper, and added a small poem to tie it all together, just because she decided to work on drawing fire.
What Wind is to a Fire
The wind and the fire, two elements that aspire
To conquer and to kindle, large yet small as a thimble
Death before new birth, both deadly in great girth
Both beautiful but so dearly treacherous, yet to life, the two are precious.
She came up with this on her own, and she made a square border of visible wind, with flickering flames at the corners. It's a sucky poem, but hey, I never said I was a poet. She thought humorously to herself, proud of her little piece of writing. Hm, I think I remember finding a quote that had something to do with wind and fire. Hotari thought mildly to herself, trying to remember said phrase. She smiled once more as it finally came to her. Ah, that's right: 'Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.' She shrugged, overall pleased with how it turned out.