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Hazan stared at the blank piece of paper in front of her, unsure where to begin. Usually, art time was her favorite and it was frustrating to find a mental block. "Maybe if I start." Surely throwing paint on the paper will get creative ideas going.

With a shrug, the young Litch took a blob of blue paint from the cup and splatted it on to the paper. Hazan spread it around a bit before she decided to move to a new color. This time she went with red, hoping that the mixing of the two colors to get purple would spark an idea with its swirls.

Amazingly, it did. Suddenly Hazan was tossing all sorts of colors on to the paper so it became covered in every available hue. Not all the mixes were beautiful, but it was something.

With a gleeful smile, the Litch turned to a nearby classmate to show off her work. "What do you think?" Hazan asked without a care about what the other freshling might have been up to.

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Hazan nodded her head enthusiastically at the question. "Yep, you." She lifted up her painting without worry about the parts that were still wet so the Baphomet could see it. "I call it.... 'Colors'." Hazan beamed proudly and waited a moment for her audience to get a good look at her piece. When she finally laid it back down her hands came back with more paint on them. She was definitely going to need to be cleaned up after. Oh well.

Now that she had interacted with this other freshling, Hazan was curious. She leaned over to get a view of what the Baphomet was working on. "Oh!" Hazan suddenly said with a small snort. "Yours is the opposite of mine. That's funny." She turned her smile back to the freshling and decided to introduce herself. "I'm Hazan. What's your name?"

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Hazan wiped her hands carefully on the smock she was earing to try to ease of the wettest of the point. There was a good chance she'd still have some under her claws later today. She was going to have to brace herself for a C.C. reprimand about finger painting. (Not that she had finger painted, paint was just messy.)

As SnowLily introduced herself and then explained the reason behind her painting, Hazan's smile slowly fell. "Oh, I'm sorry you're in a bad mood." The young Litch's brow furrowed with sympathy at her classmate's feelings. It was never fun when a gloomy cloud of emotions hung over your day.

SnowLily's question gave Hazan pause. She did in fact like art, but she couldn't place what gave her inspiration. Hazan looked at her mess of a painting full of colors and couldn't help but smile because of it. She turned back to SnowLily with a shrug.

"I wish I knew but sometimes I got nothing." Hazan pointed to her painting beside her without looking away from SnowLily. "I made that just by putting colors on willy-nilly. It's honestly a mess." She giggled, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, which made her look very mischevious. "Just like my room at home."

Hazan once again looked at SnowLily's piece and gave the Baphoment an encouraging smile. "Even if your art comes from a bad mood, it's still nice. Sometimes those feelings have to come out before they go away. Like talking about it or writing about it or drawing it."

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