i-a beea- drawin.

Skia sat quietly hunched over a table, a mechanical pencil in her hand, paper being raped by said pencil. So far, what she was drawing looked something like this.

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She quickly erased a few lines, redrew a few others, and grabbed a sharpie. She started to trace le picture, and le picture was le finished. As she picked it up and blew off eraser shavings, she jumped, sending the paper flittering back onto the table, as someone walked into the door.

Harmony floated over the body of Skia, curiosity struck her as she looked at the picture. "What is that supposed to be?" she asked.

Skia turned around quietly. "It's a species.. thing.. that I was creating. I call it a Foeneura." she answered, a little faint smile on her face. ;u;