It wasn't difficult to find her way out of her stuffy classrooms, and Annaleise had managed to escape her caretakers once more. In all honesty, they weren't very good caretakers if they kept losing her so much. It was all too easy to create a distraction to disappear under, and they fell for it almost everytime. At least they hadn't chained her down yet, anyway. It was being stuck in a classroom that made her wish she could transform into a dragon most of all, to be able to fly around the room, terrorising everyone and burning everything up into a crisp.
Sliding to a halt, she ruffled her skirt as she prepared to barge into yet another room, searching for her destination. She wasn't completely sure where she was headed, but she definitely knew that she didn't want to go back to her regular classes. Pushing a door open timidly, Annaleise was absolutely amazed to find piles of art supplies. The first thing that caught her eye, however, was a large bin labeled 'clay'. Her entire face lit up in excitement, and she trotted to it, eagerly tossing aside the lid to the container and shoving her fingers deep into the red-brown substance. If it had been several shades lighter, it could almost match the colour of her hair, and for that she loved it even more. Ripping out chunks as big as her fists could hold, Annaleise plopped down on the floor, her back to the door, shaping and twisting the clay into various shapes, her nose crinkling with both glee and horror as it squished through her fingers, adding a fine layer of red dust just up past her forearms.
Sliding to a halt, she ruffled her skirt as she prepared to barge into yet another room, searching for her destination. She wasn't completely sure where she was headed, but she definitely knew that she didn't want to go back to her regular classes. Pushing a door open timidly, Annaleise was absolutely amazed to find piles of art supplies. The first thing that caught her eye, however, was a large bin labeled 'clay'. Her entire face lit up in excitement, and she trotted to it, eagerly tossing aside the lid to the container and shoving her fingers deep into the red-brown substance. If it had been several shades lighter, it could almost match the colour of her hair, and for that she loved it even more. Ripping out chunks as big as her fists could hold, Annaleise plopped down on the floor, her back to the door, shaping and twisting the clay into various shapes, her nose crinkling with both glee and horror as it squished through her fingers, adding a fine layer of red dust just up past her forearms.