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Now came the tricky part, getting her boat over to the bucket. There was no way she was walking across that floor with or without her crutches, it was just too dangerous for her bare feet.

There was, however, lots of water all around them. Water djinn that she was, she had a fair measure of control over her sister element naturally. "That will do nicely," she mused to herself, leaning over to place her little boat in the middle of a wide puddle.

With a wiggle of her fingers she sent the puddle along, boat included, across the floor towards the bucket, and when it reached it, the water arched up to place the boat gently on the surface where it floated gently. Success!

Build a boat and see if it float.
Rosc's look turned impassive to one of "Really? You're really making us do this?" which was in and of itself rather impressive because eyes were generally a major factor in facial expressions. And his "eyes" were covered in the usual blindfold.

He knew absolutely nothing about boats, barring observations of the few he had been on in his life and even then he hadn't paid too much attention to the structure of the boat. But he respected Prof Savage, so it wasn't like he was going to spite her and not do the assignment just because he thought it was stupid. She was eccentric, let her have it.
He removed the objects from the box and almost immediately returned the paints to it. Oh, he could paint, it was a solid form that he could see upon something else. But just like the prof's chalk, he wasn't going to take chances with the color of the paint. Even if it was labeled, he wouldn't believe it.

So he put the boat together as best he could remember from some of the ships he had seen. Anchor, mast, sail, things like that.

Just as the back end dipped into the water, Rosc grabbed the mast of his boat and pulled it free. Tipping the water that had gotten into it, he frowned, trying to figure out what might have happened. Well, to be honest, they were pretty crappy model boats anyways.

He set the boat back into the water, careful not to look into it himself. Water, like mirrors, reflected images and that messed with his vision. There was depth and yet there wasn't, a shadow and yet nothing really there. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

That Jack? Her foot barely touched the boil's desk and he just had to toss his entire box of supplie all over her desk. Luckily Holly was able to save her boat. She grinned when she saw that West's boat cracked in half. "Yeah, that's what you get for doing that." It was then Holly decided that if she ever needed a partner for an art related class, to not have it be him.

The ghoul decided to try her boat now before it was too late. She hoped it would float or she'd get made fun of by someone if it didn't.

Well crap. That didn't work. She barely added anything to it, why didn't it work?

Third times the charm right? Right? Holly dried off her boat for hopefully the last time. She took a few steps away from the water so other's could try. "Look here boat, you better float, alright?" The ghoul stared at it, sighed, then put it back into the water.

Calder had seen boats before the field trip and did have pleasant memories of them. Being a creature who lived in and around water, kelpies saw plenty of fishermen. As for the sea with the more bigger yachts and ships, well, he didn't see too many of those. However, when a kelpie was too young or old, boats would be used to ferry them across to other areas, especially if it involved clan meetings. No one was about to subject a young colt or filly to strong currents, and while they usually picked places that were more timid in regards to water, sometimes it was necessary.

Calder had been on a boat before the trip to the horrible island, and it had been a rather plesant one. The gentle rocking, and watching the water move along below him. He found out a few other clans actually used them more and thought he wouldn't mind a little boat of his own. Swimming was a great pleasure for him, but a boat wasn't too terrible either. He could at least do his homework in one without getting anything soggy.

Moving over, he happily took a free desk and opened his model kit. It was simple enough and while everyone worked on making theirs amazing, Calder did the same. He needed no paints or flashy material. Instead, he took a blunt scrapper and started to carve the little boat in design that mimics kelpie boats. The waves that mimiced tails, the curling designs of a great whirl pool that all the waters came from. Once he managed the carving, he fiddled with a piece of his scarf and taking a tiny stick from some extra supplies, stuck the stick on and tied on the little piece of his Devon clan colors on.

Proud, he hummed to himself. Then, he turned it over and wrote a little thing in kelpie. A prayer that he hoped would keep it from sinking.

Done, he smiled at his creation. That was when he remembered something and biting the end of his thumb, let a drop of blood hit the little boat. Now it was complete!

It was a personal hit to his pride when he saw the little boat hover for a moment before taking on water. It tilted, filling up before starting to sink. Knowing it wasn't going to stay afloat, he dipped his hands in and tilted it over, letting the water pour out. It seemed he wasn't good at making boats, but then again, maybe he had inscribed the wrong prayer on the bottom or maybe the water was just really angry with him.

Feeling a little depressed, he set the craft back in, willing it to stay afloat.