frayedgirl (frayedgirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-07-04 08:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, clary fray |
Who: Anna and Clary
What: Meeting in the quad
Where: UCI
When: Late May/Early June
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
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Clary was sat in the quad basking in the brilliant sunshine the county was currently enjoying. She was sat with crossed legs underneath a tree just people watching. She had her sketchpad and pencils out, drawing things that caught her fancy; people, nature, architecture. She was almost completely oblivious to the world around her except for what she was drawing at the time.
Anna was headed to the quad to sit and get some sunshine. She had a Thai Iced tea in one hand, and a stack of books hugged to her chest with the other arm. The poor girl had far too much homework, and had to caffeinate herself heavily to get through everything. She was walking quickly, trying to get to a nice, sunny spot to sit and read, when her shoe came untied, and she tripped herself. Down she went, books flying. At least she didn’t spill her tea.
A sudden movement to her right caught Clary’s attention and she saw a girl taking a tumble. Quickly putting her sketchpad and pencil to the side, she rushed over to help the girl up. “Hey! Are you ok? Let me help you up,” she offered with a smile, reaching down to help her up.
Anna was sitting, dazed, in a pile of books--much like Charlie Brown when the ball slams into him and makes all his clothes fly off. She was in complete shock that she hadn’t spilled her Thai Iced Tea. A girl came over and Anna looked up, sheepishly. “...thank you, I… I don’t know what happened there,” she said, and accepted the girl’s help back up to her feet. “But I didn’t spill my drink! So that’s a plus!”
“Priorities, right?” Clary grinned up at the girl as she picked up her books for her. “I'm Clary,” she introduced herself as she stood up. As she did she noticed the undone shoelace. “I also may have found the culprit,” she joked and pointed down at the girl’s shoe. “I'm just sat over here, would you like to join me?”
“Hi.” Anna said, dusting her hand off on her pants after standing. Then she offered it over to Clary to shake. More official-like than being helped to her feet. “I’m Anna.” She bent down to tie the shoe, setting her drink aside so she could start collecting the books, too. Man, this was a crazy mess today. “Oh, that’d be great! I just want somewhere sunny to sit, eat my banana, and get some reading in. Finals are coming up so fast!”
“Hey Anna, nice to meet you,” Clary gave a little laugh as she returned the handshake. “Well, I'm just sat over here doing some sketching so you are more than welcome to study with me,” she offered, gesturing over to the little nest she’d made near the tree. “You sure you're ok?” she asked as she moved over to where she'd been sat before. She set the books down and waited for Anna to join her.
“Thanks!” Anna said, smiling brightly as she moved with Clary over toward her spot. Then she sat down to check out her knees and whatever else. Thankfully there weren’t many scratches, and she wasn’t bleeding. Much. “Yeah, I think I’m all right. Nothing’s permanently broken, anyway. Except parts of my ego that I’ll never get back,” she teased. “What are you sketching?”
Clary glanced down at her sketchpad, lifting her pencil from the page. “Oh, just people, situations, things, y’know,” she shrugged. She moved the pad so Anna could look at it better. The large piece of paper was filled with several sketches of people sitting around the quad, a couple flirting by a tree in the corner of the quad and the teacher trying to mark their papers with their headphones in. “I just get the urge to draw or paint, y’know? Anything and everything really,” she smiled.
“That’s so cool! I’m studying Art History, and I love studying and learning all kinds of things about art, but I’m just not that talented when it comes to making it myself.” Anna confessed. She shrugged her shoulders, then settled down and started to organize her things, putting them back away into her backpack. She lifted her cup and sipped from it again, then set it back down. “I think you sound like a true artist. And those urges to make art? Should never, ever be ignored.” She beamed brightly at her new friend.
Clary chuckled and tucked some hair behind her ear as Anna talked. “Well it’s something that extends into my Dream world too and has given me some interesting...skills both here and there,” she said. “I’m a Shadowhunter and we use runes etched into our skin to imbue us with angelic powers, but due to a whole messed up family history I can create them too, which, in the Shadowhunter world, is a big deal. But it’s the same as my art, I get these...impulses and suddenly it comes into my head and I have to draw it,” she explained. “It’s...a weird existence,” she joked. “Well if you ever want to come over and practice or try out different mediums then you are welcome to come to mine and experiment if you like,” she offered the girl.
Anna listened, trying to wrap her brain around it. There were so many people who had such strange Dreams! But that wasn’t bad! Not to Anna, anyway. Each person who Dreamed about a different world understood the ins and outs of their own Dream World, and sometimes it was hard to describe those ins and outs to other people. “Do you … like, tattoos? Do you do that sort of thing in your waking life, too?” Anna asked, then she laughed. “Oh, I don’t think you want to invite me over to do art. I’d just make a mess!” But the invitation was very kind, and Anna would absolutely consider it.
“They’re not...tattoos exactly, they’re just Marks in our skin. It’s...hard to describe,” Clary sighed, vexed by the limitations of her own words. “Here,” she took her stele out of her bag and put a mark on her arm to allow the runes to show to Anna’s eyes. As she did, the few runes she’d marked herself with appeared and Clary pulled the collar of her shirt to show t more clearly. “They don’t really hurt. Anymore at least,” she shrugged. “I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was like thirteen, but my mother said it was a latent memory or desire because of what I was,” she explained.
“Hey, mess is good when it comes to art,” Clary laughed. “Do you think we come out looking immaculate after a session in our workshops? Hell no! My clothes are covered in paint. In fact my best friend just had to throw a whole load away!” she laughed. “Come on over and we’ll have a blast!”
“Well, no,” Anna said, grinning brightly. Then she laughed with Clary as the other explained how she looked after a workshop. “It sounds really amazing. I love getting dirty.” Anna beamed. “Okay, okay, we’ll have an art play date, then. Just name the time and place! I’ll give you my number and you can text me?”
“Ok, well, how about next...tuesday afternoon? I finish class at 1,” Clary suggested brightly, writing her cell number and her name down on a scrap of her sketchpad to hand over to Anna.
“That sounds great!” Anna said. She took the paper and lifted it up so she could snap a picture on her phone. That was the easiest way to get the number into her phone. “Thanks! I’ll send you a text, and then you’ll have my number, too.” She smiled. This was gonna be awesome. And she could write about it for her blog!
Clary laughed as she took a picture. “Sounds great, text me and I’ll send you directions to my place. I’ll have to meet you outside and take you in,” she smiled. Clary was really looking forward to experimenting artistically with her new friend.
“That sounds great!” Anna said, then she punched some things into her phone. No sooner than she’d finished, but an alarm sounded from the device. “Oh, crap! I was supposed to go to a study session! I gotta run, but I’ll see you soon!”