Whenever Kiyoko's hand's reached a paintbrush, she had the urge to paint something. The blonde sat next to the window as her lean fingers wrapped the wooden brush as it glided along the canvas leaving the trail of a light shade of pink watercolour behind it.
The salty odour managed to drip through a small lining gap of the window that was carried from the coastal beach nearby all the way to the second floor of the art room. The canvas was half done as Kiyoko had already painted the base that was shown through the faded outlines of the dull colours absorbed from the canvas itself.
The painting was a garden of pink peonies that outstretched around a white building in the middle, something she fantasised in a book she had once read as it seemed to paint it inside her head as she was reading it.
"Wow, its as if I can already smell the peonies from here," she turned around to see her president watching her paint in admiration.
"Its something that came to my head a few days ago," she replied as she dipped the brush in water and mixed the green and grey together making a shadow effect to a stem.