[i]There...almost done.[/i] All that was left to do was smudge in a few lines so they would blend with her shading, creating a more definitive and streamlined appearance to her work, instead of it just looking like half-assed, mindless scribblings, but still...that's how they kinda felt to Erza. She sighed deeply lifting her head against the bark of the tree behind her, her raven black hair, tousled and tangled from many a sleepless night, draped over her slender shoulders and her bangs falling forth to conceal her dark green eyes in the very shadows she thrived in....away from the rest of the mortal world. Closing her sketchbook, she set it back in her Silent Hill 2 messenger bag, also where she carried an old and beat up three ringed journal with some of her writings, stories mainly but a few poems and some song lyrics, and of course her texts and tomes for the classes of her choosing...and of course the core curriculum. But it was as she began to rise to her feet, she noticed....another girl. [i]Who's she?[/i] Her eyes locked onto her, the girl talking to those guys just a few feet away from where she was standing. She was...definitely cute to Erza. A funny feeling about the dark girl as she admired this other female, her shimmering red locks flowing about her slim shoulders, her adorable, slightly rounded face and the beautiful complexion of her skin. Erza would have to say she was...rather smitten.