Ostander as usual was all over the place in their dorm room. So many art projects going at one time, the inspiration struck them at odd times to complete a piece sometimes working on 2 or 3 projects at the same time.
This day finds them sitting at the desk where a clay sculpture sat partially started. What it was to be they had no clue. Wetting their hands they began to shape the cold clay into shapes, letting their mind drift they thought of what their hearts desire was. Casting their mind into different directions all sorts of thoughts came rushing in. The one thing that was apparent was their loneliness. Their art was all they had. It struck them as they thought about what to make with the clay that lay beneath their hands. Lonely is what they were. A child would bring sunlight into their otherwise dreary days, oh to hear laughter while they are in their art mode would be delightful. Maybe a child who has similiar interests as them? They could teach the child all about art. The different ways art could be made, the colors, the feel for it. Oh their excitement grew thinking about a child, their child learning about their passion. Ostander knew they did not have a mate but that did not matter, they could have offspring without one and besides they knew they was way to picky to even try to find someone. Picky and peculiar was not a good combination. Decision made to have at least 1 offspring they set back to work and a small form began to appear out of the clay.
