Art class?  Ravira looked around awkwardly at her teammates when they found out just what they'd be doing with their mornings, but as with everyone else, she eventually came to realize that this was in fact real life, and that they would, in fact, be spending their mornings "having fun."

At least they wouldn't be forced to use a particular medium; after all, she thought that most things would probably be hard to do with just one hand, and not even her dominant one, at that.  Breakfast had been enough of an almost-disaster as it was, what with her constantly almost spilling her cereal on herself; she didn't particularly want to be graded on her ability to draw straight lines or make complex pottery.  Or, as was her partner's case, draw elegant runes into pottery.  Now that she thought of it, it was great luck that her semblance had nothing to do with runes; didn't that sort of thing require a lot of precision in drawing?  Ravira supposed that she was lucky; things could have been much worse, after all.

But oh dear, here she was thinking morbid thoughts when there was apparently art that needed doing!  She walked over and grabbed a large piece of paper; and, after looking through the art supplies, grabbed a cup of ink.  She had to make a second trip, but soon she had ink, a brush, paper, and some red paint.  Time to get to work!

She unscrewed the cap from the ink, and carefully, shakily, dripped some onto the paper.  More came out that she would have liked: a lot more, and she watched in slight horror as the paper became a soppy blackened mess.  She picked it up and looked around awkwardly for a moment as ink dripped from it onto the table.  She smiled at anyone who glanced her way; obviously this was intended, yes.  Now look away; nothing to see here.