Adrien was in his room in the dormitory. He and Mikyle had returned from the palace two days ago. And a lot has changed ever since the festival announcement had been made.
The Fine Arts classes that were focused on painting and drawing had stopped holding classes to allow students to prepare for their pieces for the art gallery. They even opened up their rooms for students who needed a quiet place to work. And for those who weren't preparing a piece for the gallery, they now had free time to catch up on other areas of study or work on their music piece for the concert.
Adrien's brush slid across the canvas, gliding as if it were a swan locked in a beautiful dance. A palette filled with colors was resting in Adrien's other hand.
He was hiding out in his room instead of going to the empty art classroom. He had originally been planning to use the classroom, but was afraid of someone coming in and damaging his painting, the one that was of Mikyle for Mikyle.
