With the pencil in one hand (she's left-handed), she flips her sketchbook open. Though it's only half finished, there's a lot of swords in the picture for some reason. "It is," she agrees. "I take over one of the study halls in my dorm when I need to paint, but for everything else, I'd rather be out here." She looks up at the sky, past the hanging limbs of the tree and the lights.