Ariella quietly floated into the courtyard, walking silently on her bare feet. with her brown hair french braided so it wouldn't get into her face, she hugged her tattered notebook close to her chest and a pencil tucked behind her ear. Ari spotted an empty bench with a great view of the fountain and hurried over to it. She climbed up onto it and sat crisscross.

Opening her notepad to a blank page and grasping her pencil she studied the fountain for a few minutes and the students sitting around it before letting the pencil make contact with the paper and started to sketch, humming quietly under her breath...