[Nienna]

Nienna wanders back toward the masses with a stack of watercolor drawings in hand. Everyone is standing around looking subdued. She looks around the crowd questioningly and Formendacil leans over and whispers what has happened.

Nienna is overcome with grief. She desperately wants to run back to the art room where she knows that it's safe and where she can let her emotion out but her classmates need her here.

She is contemplative for a moment or two and thinks the Twilight thing is oddly apropos.

She shakes it off and puts on a brave face while wandering over to Alona hoping that maybe she has a popsicle hidden somewhere that she will share.