Art is a Feeling!

Nova was wandering towards the library to return a book about modern English and its slang, abbreviations and other terms. She had learnt a lot of useful information from it, and she felt that she was improving her language rapidly.

Passing by the Art Room, she absent-mindedly glanced through the window. Oh, how she wished she was better at art. She was not too bad, although she would not be artsy enough for the Art Club, nor would she be a top student in Art Class.

Through the window, she saw a girl around her age flicking paint at something on the floor. The art on Nova's home planet was restricted to tree carvings and various forms of weaving and knitting. Everything on Earth still looked artistic to her, and sometimes she struggled to see the difference between art and other things.

Oh well, she thought to herself, I have time. Book in hand, she remembered the new terms she had learnt from it and entered the room. The girl seemed to be splatting paint onto a white material. Immediately intrigued but unsure exactly what it was supposed to achieve, Nova approached the dark-haired girl and said, "Hi! I'm Nova." Pretty much the first and easiest sentence in her book. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something," she continued, "but what's that you're doing? It looks so cool!"

With no real understanding of human art, Nova loved the bright colors on the material. Plus, it looked like an enjoyable pastime.

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As the girl turned around, Nova took notice of her violet colored eyes. Wow, she looked so much more human than Nova did. Even though Nova was not really human. Regardless, the girl did not take more than a glance at her, something she was boho surprised at and thankful for.

Unsurprisingly, their conversation got weird very quickly. Like most conversations she had with others at the academy. Nova's head was being messed with. The girl was not uttering a word, but a voice played in her head, louder and clearer than if she were singing a song in her head. Nova's hands rose to her ears atop her head, which she proceeded to block with her fingers. The voice still came through.

The voice, who she assumed was the girl's, introduced herself as Violet. Loving to paint was obviously a hobby Nova wished she had picked up earlier. Violet's painting looked like something had spilt, but it was so pretty! "It- it's so... Interesting!" That was intended in the best way possible, of course.

The next flick of paint sent offshoots flying about the room, narrowly missing the library book and instead splatting onto Nova's hair. She took a tissue to wipe the paint out before crossing the room to cover up the book.

As as a bottle of paint started floating, Nova got a bit anxious. Magic was still very new to her and a floating paint bottle was strange. "So... How do you do that? Not paint, obviously, I can see you doing that, but the magic stuff? Are you human?" She questioned.

Nova, having tucked her book under a stray piece of cloth, turned and reapproached Violet. Tissue in hand, she caught the drops of paint sliding down her hair before they had the chance to fall onto her jacket. Stopping before she reached the painting, she said,

"No need to be sorry, my hair is fine! Plus, it is waterproof and basically all liquid-proof and unless that paint is made of fire, it will not do a thing!" The final drops of paint removed from her hair, Nova dropped her tissue in the bin that was fortunately right behind her. She thought for a moment before opting to tie her hair into a thick ponytail behind her. She felt more revealed when she did that and generally avoided it, but Violet had been so nice, and although she was less comfortable than before, she did not think it would matter too much.

Nova had not yet come to terms with the concept of telepathy, although it was actually more normal than it sounded. It was just as if Violet's voice was from no specific area, and more just... there. She could communicate perfectly fine, even though she thought it would be stranger if it was in public.

"...Wow." she said. "That is so... Cool! I wish I had a power like that." Nova smiled brightly back at the girl. She had completely forgotten about her hair being pulled back. She felt totally fine just chatting and watching the painting being created.

"I... Do not really know what either of those are, but I have noticed the powers, yes. And mine is really, really bad! It is just breathing underwater and looking... weird." She tried not to sound disappointed that most people she had met looked way more like each other but with way better powers than her. It was not wrong of anyone to assume her powers were extraordinary based on her looks, but by what she was used to, she had no powers at all.

Nova smiled back at Violet. "Thankyou! My hair is a hassle too. It had a purpose, where I am from, but now it just gets in the way of my work and I have to wear it in a ponytail all the time. It does help that it is spill proof I guess because I spill things on it all the time. Breathing underwater has no real purpose either, anymore." She grabbed her ponytail, which hung down to her mid-back, and pulled it over her shoulder to show Violet. "I love your hair though. Mine does not match any clothes. Not even the uniform!"

Nova felt yet another smile creep onto her face. "You- you really think so?" That was exactly what she needed to hear at that point in time. She knew she looked different to everyone else, but hearing someone say that it made her special, not weird was great. "Well, I love your eyes. Not many people that I have seen have purple eyes. And your voice- that is really cool. It is like you can talk to someone without anyone else hearing. I wish I could do that." She said, returning the compliment but meaning what she said, especially about the voice.

Again, Nova felt so special. Her eyes widened in hope and she gasped. "Wow- um, thankyou, Violet." Just knowing that somebody thought she was more special than weird made her cheer right up.

Once the artwork work was hung up, Nova took a moment to observe it. As far as she knew, it looked amazing. "What are you going to do with it once it is dry?" She asked. Nova did not even know what people did with art like that.