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~Terra Seze Cain~

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain

She felt tears in her eyes. It wasnt from the pain. timothy took care of that thankfully. No she felt horrible! She had failed miserably and couldnt help but slap herself mentally.
"i was....trying to make a pocketknife...."

"Just because I'm pretty......

Ayu calms herself since Mr. Gray will take good care of her dress. But somehow, she's sad seeing her dress a little bit dirty and 'yuckkyy'. Though crying her eyes look at Renivere with her hands full of paper towels. Ayu ignored the entire place instead she just sat there trying to dried her tears by rubbing her eyes. Another failure, because she scattered the dirt marking into her face.

But kamil tried to cheer her up, "I'm so clumsy.." with her face marked with clay residue.

....doesn't mean that I'm happy!"

TIMOTHY FAHRENHEIT

"I'm not weird.
I'm just COOLER
than You!"

"I believe that is a pocketknife." Timothy grinned at Terra while cooling her hands with his breeze. "I'll go over to Ayu later once I'm done with you." He saw Terra crying. Frankly, He hates to see girls with those droplets of tears. "Don't cry, it's not bad. And besides were all beginners."

Timothy held out his handkerchief and offered to Terra "Dry your tears, it's not good to see a lady crying. It will make you look sloppy." Looking back at Ayu. He almost wants to burst out laughing because of her dirty face. Looks like a black eye for him. "Go wash yourself at the sink Ayu.Pfft... Pftt.." there! Timothy starts to laugh.

Art of Cheeva in this post by myself

Cheeva sat stolidly in her seat, trying to focus on the task at hand. It was going to be difficult enough to shape the clay without being able to see it, like her fellow classmates. It was even harder when her fellow classmates chose to whine like demented, depressed banshees.

Eye twitching slightly as one drama-queen bemoaned her dress, and another burst into tears over some other nonsense, Cheeva tried to focus on the image in her mind. A simple clay pipe. Nothing especially fancy, but a little more complex than a bowl. A bit of a stretch but it never hurt to try.

She felt the thing in her hand, trying to determine what exactly she'd made. It felt suspiciously un-pipe like. Cheeva frowned.

"If the dear ladies here could stop their whining, for just a moment," she drawled, still trying to work out what she'd made. "Perhaps the rest of us could get on with the assignment?"

Good Lord, the girl had made a mistake. How that meant it was the end of the world, Cheeva didn't know. Whatever she'd made, it probably wasn't phallic looking, as Cheeva feared hers was. Maybe if she beat her head into a wall long enough, she could lower her IQ to the level of her fellow classmates and their theatrics wouldn't be so horrific.

Though, likely, that much cranial damage would end with her in a coma, instead. Rolling her eye, Cheeva raised a hand. "If it's not too much trouble. may I have a little more clay. I have a feeling mine turned out...unfortunate."

Sethrian didn't catch most of that rather long ramble. Usually he was good at deciphering Renivere's convoluted English, but that time, all he caught was something about being unable to use the virtues of Elven blood, and that it caused harm to...something. Seth's lips compressed to a thin line as he got an inkling of what was going on.

"Excuse us, Professor Gray," he said, dragging Renivere out into the hall. He didn't want to cause a commotion in the class, considering what happened last time--and every time there was an emergency.

He stopped just outside the class, shutting the door behind them. "Did you hurt yourself?" he asked bluntly. Why was she trying to hide it? Why were all the females in this school so frustrating and intend on being difficult about their injuries. If they weren't fainting all over the place after healing people who didn't ask for it, they were running around with their arms half falling off or other things.

Were all women like this?

[EXIT]

((I hope it's okay that he dragged her out. He really doesn't want the SUDDEN HUGE FUSS that tends to come with injuries)) XD

Well, Terra had calmed and Ayu was...calmer. He could repair her dress in a moment. Removing the clay components wouldn't be that difficult.

"Yes, it is unslightly for young women to cry over trivial matters," he agreed. "A dirty dress and a fork aren't so bad--not the best combination, but we aren't asking you to combine them so all is well. Still, let's all be polite to each other. No reason to---" He stopped as Sethrian dragged Renivere out of the class. Okay. Well, he was getting used to the insanity a bit.

"Well, what did you try to make now?" he asked, walking to Cheeva's desk to see her creation. "Oh...well...what exactly is that supposed to be, my dear?"

Hopefully not what it looked like. Which was a....pickle. Yes. Definitely a pickle and not anything else.

"Just because I'm pretty......

Ayu frowned. Timothy's having a great time laughing at her. She stood up and went to the nearest sink and wash herself up.

Then heads back to her seat, looking at the newcomer doing something crafty. After she's done, Ayu tilted her head. "What is that?"

....doesn't mean that I'm happy!"

Art of Cheeva in this post by myself

Cheeva could feel a press of people around her and shot them a withering stare. "Really...I can't imagine this is overly interesting," she drawled. "Though, gien the other reactions in this class, I can see my reactions being rather ground breaking. After all, I made a mistake - and, ye Gods, got messy too - and I'm not crying. I can see how that in itself would be worthy of seeing."

She raised an eyebrow. A...pickle? She had a feeling the teacher was saying it to be...polite. The other boy, then, had to be daft. "Yes, it is clearly a pickle. Or something equally phallic in nature. Can you blame me," she drawled. "Raging teenage hormones and all. It was supposed to be a clay pipe. I have a feeling it was a tad ambitious."