From a far off distance, Sora sat down with a notepad and a small container full of colored pencils. Having found himself with a day to spare, the young man figured that he'd take the time to observe and draw some of the wonderfully exquisite sites that were as famous for their beauty as they were for the history behind them. Left along to his thoughts, Sora spied from a distance the Toraono Dojo and began to sketch the width and the breadth of the structure as he took plenty of moments to make sure that what he was drawing was actually true to form. Not the best artist or architect, there was little doubt in his mind that his drawing could use some work but he was willing to use the time to focus more so on clearing his mind that he did on being totally accurate to what he was seeing. Far too often, those of his sort spent time training their bodies instead of their minds and it always showed up at the most inopportune times. Whether it was on a mission or somewhere in the dojo or academy, those that were all work and no play, rarely succeeded in the end when it mattered. They were fragile and easily broken when they met foes that were able to outsmart their supposed years of training. Not wanting to be like those sort, Sora began to hum to himself and continue on working on his art and he let the rest of the cares of the day drift away.
OOC: Topic entered and left
OOC: Topic entered and left