Creative Circumstance. [Natalia]

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity stepped into the classroom, hoping to snatch some clay that she could work with, maybe even some of the teacher's time if he or she was there, and the first thing she noticed was the mess. It wasn't that bad, but Clarity was a generally neat person, and noticed the problem straight away. She was used to things being organized, therefore things being so unorganized was something that drew her immediate attention. She looked around the rest of the room. There were papers and supplies, scattered about in places that made it appear they were just being unpacked from the boxes they were shipped in.

And then, she turned to see the woman. Obviously exotic, in a European way. Clarity just stared with wide eyes for a moment. Then, she smiled. "Hello," she said. "Are you... The art teacher...?" She let the question drift off. There was an awkward pause, or at least it seemed that way to her.

((OOC: Awkward post is awkward, but it'll do. 83))

[Natalia LeBlanc]

Natalia was busy at work in her new classroom, her hair falling in messy tendrils around her face from the bun she’d put it up in that morning as she sorted through a variety of art supplies. Her class officially started that coming Monday, and it was clear that she was excited at the prospect as her nimble fingers plucked different colored pencils into multiple bins by color. Blank canvases lined the walls, piles of paper were scattered about that she still needed to stow away and her desk was littered with files she had to put away in her filing cabinet. She felt like she was moving in again, just in a different manner, which she supposed was exactly what she was doing. This room would be her part time home for as long as she was teaching here, and she wanted it to be just right.

Busy putting brushes away, the woman was oblivious to the girl who had walked into her room, only looking up as she heard a soft, unsure voice address her. Silvery blue eyes brightened as she saw a girl in her doorway, a smile warming her face as she beckoned the student closer with her hand. ”Bonjour, ma cher. Come closer, I promise I don’t bite.” Aly grinned widely, perching herself on one of the stools spaced around her room. ”Oui, I’m the new art teacher. You’re supposed to call me mademoiselle LeBlanc if you’re to be in my class, but please call me Natalia. What may I do for you?” She asked curiously, her accent sweet and musical as her fingers fiddled with a pencil. Aly’s fingers never quite stood still; they always were itching to draw something.

Translations:
“Hello, my dear.”
“Yes”
“Miss”

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[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity, moving just a bit closer, thought that the woman had a nice smile. Well, everything about this woman was nice, but still. Smiles always did stand out to Clarity. "Miss...? Natalia?" She couldn't bring herself to say it without the Miss attatched, not right away anyway. "Well, firstly, your name is beautiful, Ma'am. Secondly, I was mostly coming here to see what kinds of supplies you had, and just to, you know, scope out the area, and to make sure that the teacher wasn't someone who would be so degrading, like my last teacher--" She took a deep breath, her ears getting hot. She hadn't meant to let that one slip out. "And I was going to ask you some things about painting, but..." She looked off to the side. She was rambling again. Freaking shyness, She thought, Make up your mind.

Another thing Clarity thought was the fact that Miss Natalia clearly spoke French--Clarity's language of choice, if she were honest--and spoke English was amazing. Clarity could only parle un peu francais, but she thought that, if she spent enough time within the vicinity of this woman--the art teacher, no less! What good luck--she may be able to pick up some other bits and pieces.

Translation:
"Speak a little French"

[Natalia LeBlanc]

Natalia smiled at the girl’s apparent shyness, nodding her head as she was hesitantly addressed. It really was quite sweet, in a way, to see people get shy around her. ”Thank you. May I request your name, ma cher?” She asked, her gray eyes kind as she watched the girl. It would be good to learn more of her students’ names. Then the girl began to ramble, which was endearing in itself. She raised a slender brow at the girl’s slip of tongue, her curiosity piqued.”Degrading? I assure you, I’m not degrading in the least. Mind if I ask just how the last teacher was degrading?” Her voice was inquisitive, her head tilting as she smiled. Besides the man whose class she had been working under, she hadn’t met any of the other art teachers, so she wondered just who she was talking about.

”Painting?” Her eyes lit with excitement at the subject. If she knew two things, it was how to paint and draw. They were her passions, and she counted herself lucky to have found a job where she could do both and share her love for the arts with others. ”What did you want to ask? I’ll do my best to answer any questions you might have for me.”

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[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity stammered out her simple, five-syllable reply. "Um. C-" She cleared her throat softly. "Clarity Ryder." She paused, then added, "Ma'am." She quickly tried to explain away her slip, saying, "Well, it was at my last school, and it was probably my fault somehow anyway,so it doesn't really matter anymore. I just can't draw all that well."

She jumped at the chance to talk about anything else, trying to explain what she needed to about painting. "Well, you see, I am horrible at painting. Seriously bad. And I know nothing of the difference between Acrylic and Oil paints. Or the brushes. I never really retained that much when I was taught about those things, maybe because I was more interested in what the next project I would work on after school was." She laughed a small bit, and added, "So I was hoping you could tell me something about... how well someone who knows nothing can learn."