Timestamp: Day: 47 Month: Tessera Year: 81378 <p> Kussauj chucked the 13th piece of crumpled paper at a nearby tree, punching the ground as she did. “I hate this" she screamed, breaking her pencil in two. “I can’t draw at all! I need to, but I can’t! This always happens." She muttered some profanities under her breath, and then returned to her paper. “Inspiration. That’s what I need. Inspiration." Kuss looked at the sky. It was only her second visit to the island, and she still didn’t know her way around. She had gotten lost and settled under this tree to draw and calm her nerves. It didn’t seem to be working.
A young male lay on the grass on the other side of the tree. His light snoring could be heard. He turned over and he hit his head on a small rock. <span style='color:orange'>Ow!</span> he said sitting up abruptly, rubbing his head. His red tipped hair that usually ran in a mohawk on the top of his head hung loosely down to his shoulders. He yawned audibly and stood.
Kuss leaned around the tree. "It wasn't my fault, whatever it was." Another piece of paper flew through the air and hit the other 'dragon in the nose. Leaning around the tree again, Kuss said "Okay, that was. Sorry about that." She offered a small smile.
He flinched slightly as the wad of paper bounced off his nose. He gave her a warm smile <span style='color:orange'>Oh, It's ok</span> he said still rubbing his head where it hit the rock.
Kuss shook her head, giggling. “You’re weird. Or is that me…" Kuss stroked her chin. Offering a hand she said “Kussauj Abumatkaja. Or Kuss. Whichever you prefer. And you are…?" She tilted her head to one side.
<span style='color:orange'>Hakaras or Ras for short</span> he said grasping the proffered hand. He gave another warm smile and said <span style='color:orange'>What are you doing here alone?</span>
"Just sitting" she replied. "And being lost. It's actually quite fun, believe it or not. I've only been here twice, and I don't know where I'm going." She grinned crookedly. "And you? What are you doing here?"
<span style='color:orange'>Well,</span> he said reaching for his almost see-through bag at his side, <span style='color:orange'>I was drawing but I became so tierd that I lay down and I must have fallen asleep.</span> he said blushingly
"Well, at least you can draw, and did. Better then I can do. Anyway, sleeping is good." She turned her head to one side again, examining the other dragon. He seemed quite nice, and she said so.
Ras snorted with laughter. <span style='color:orange'>I can't draw. All of my drawings come out terrible. I hate it.</span> He pulled his head into his chest. <span style='color:orange'>I see what I want to draw, I plan it all out. But when I try and put it on the paper, it's not right</span> he sighed.
She laughed at this statement. "I know what you mean. I'm the same way. It just never comes out right. I've just learned to accept it." Suddenly she glanced at him, grabbed a pencil, and started scribbling. "Nothing ever comes out right" she said "but some times it comes out better. We just have to hope that thatÂ’s what happens most often."
<span style='color:orange'>Yeah, I guess you're right</span> he sighed. He wandered over to view what she was drawing.
Kuss quickly covered her drawing of him, but not quickly enough. It was obvious he would have seen it. "You moved" she accused, letting her hand drop so the almost finished drawing was clearly visible.
He smiled at the drawing. <span style='color:orange'>Well, it's better than what I could've done any day!</span> he cried happily. He took out his sketch pad. He turned to the last page he was sketching, it was of the scene in front of him. Into it, he quickly sketched her.
Kuss quickly finished her drawing of him, and then looked at his art. "Wow!" she cried "YouÂ’re really good! Oh, lucky you. I hate my art, but I guess everyone hates their own." She hopped up and gave him a hug, which was normal for her, even if she had only known the person a very short time.
He smiled as she hugged him. <span style='color:orange'>Yeah, I guess.</span> he said. <span style='color:orange'>But you're the one he's good</span> he said taking advantage to snatch her notebook from her. He compared his drawing to hers. <span style='color:orange'>My drawings are stupid.</span>
"This is a stupid conversation" she said, taking her sketchbook back. "And your drawings aren't stupid." she added, determined to get in the last word. "I like them"
<span style='color:orange'>They sure are!</span> he cried as she said they weren't. He blushed as her next words hit him. <span style='color:orange'>You..you really like them?</span> he asked rubbing the back of his head, still blushing
She smiled up at him and told him "Of course I like them. They're beautiful." She looked at the top page of her own book, and said "I guess every artist thinks that they can't draw." She snapped the book closed and looked back at him. Extending her hand she said "Friend then? We seem to be quite similar, so will you be my friend?"
He stopped blushin and took the paw that was behind his head and took hers. He began to shake her paw. <span style='color:orange'>Yeah, friends</span> he agreed slightly disappointed but not allowing it to show.
