Recently, in Art class, they'd begun working with clay to make sculptures. At first things started out with them making the same designs, to show that they could work with the clay at all. Bailey had long since had an interest in sculpting, you might even say he was born with that interest. He wanted to be a glass-blower like his mother had been, but he figured working with clay was a good place to start. He could learn how to mold shapes for one and he was finding he wasn't too bad at it. Lor on the other hand had just barely passed the previous assignments.
Today they'd started on a new project, but it was different from the others because they were allowed to make a sculpture of anything they wanted. Lori had instantly started to work on what Bailey thought was supposed to be a flitterat. But what it actually was was anyone's guess so far and she wasn't about to tell him. He didn't know what to do, he wasn't quite as freely creative as his sister. He was able to reproduce something he could look at easily, but to come up with something off the top of his head and make it was a little more difficult.
Instead of working on anything in particular he was just playing with the clay in front of him. Rolling it into tiny balls, flattening it, making long and thing pieces. He figured that if he played around enough hopefully some sort of idea would come to him. Or maybe the teacher would catch on and just tell him something to make. Lori wasn't any help either, she just kept shushing him and working on her own project. She had already made the shake of the wings on her sculpture. He was really getting behind now. He started to scan the room to see what some of the other kids were working on then.
Mriae
