Feeling the pressure of a homework overload, Althea decided a distraction was in order. There was only so much reading she could do in one sitting--the academic life was honestly a tiring one. One of her favorite things about the Astronomy Tower was the creative room. She spent a lot of her free time (when she wasn't harassing her brothers and verbally assaulting their associates) there and had often found herself extremely tranquil.

She placed her bag down and sat at one of the tables, excited to explore and expand on her creativity. "You'll need to stay still," she warned a scurrying Amias. He crawled along her hand and Althea pursed her lips, trying to figure out the best way to keep the scarab in place. "Just,...stay," she commanded. The scarab stopped and they spent a long moment in silence staring at one another. "I know you can understand me, so behave okay?" She plopped him onto the table and she chose a few colored pencils to work with. Amias inched closer to her. "The whole purpose of still art is for, y'know, the subject to remain still."