Snow was a delightful thing. While it didn’t offer much in ways of creativity, it was still a nice thing to paint. And with Acacia’s assignments all finished and ready for her professors, she had a good amount of time to do just that.

Looking around the courtyard, she flinched at hearing an awful nickname that her sister had tried to give her while they were little. "I do hope that you are referring to your cat." Her statement was paired with a glance to her sister as she carried her art supplies out and then glanced around once more for a place to set up.