What is but a drop in the ocean?

With that a series of normal looking clearish blue bubbles burst from Squirtle's mouth, as they passed through the stake holes they morphed in color. Bue, red, orange, purple, green, they mixed and blended creating new colors. "Wow, how magical!" Lisa exclaimed. As per Squirtle's last bubble she lifted him up and spun him around. "Great job buddy, I am so proud. Still fuming with energy he let loose a few foamy bubbles from his mouth as a devilish grin escaped him. "Okay, that is a little disgusting. But all in the love of art she laughed."

Just saying it was gonna take a lot of courage and he really hoped he had it in him. He hadn’t told anyone yet, not even his own cousin, but he was really close to Lisa, so he knew he could do it. 

"Oh, well that's nice. And you're funny, and you're blonde, and you sing, and you have sparkly twinkly eyes when you get a good idea or do something nice for someone." She put her paint supplies down and went in for a tight hug. "My point is, that that isn't the only thing you are." She tilted her head and smiled, a little tear weltering up in her eye. "It is a beautiful part of you as is everything else I mentioned and so much more...you are so much more than that."

She nodded and sighed deeply. "I do imagine that is a mighty weight to get off your shoulders, I am so grateful and proud of you for telling me, that means so much." She went in for another tight hug and peck on the cheek. "Who else have you told, if you don't mind me asking?"

  Marty hugged her back, smiling. “It’s great to see you too.” He said, smiling brightly back at her. “It’s okay. I actually just wanted to talk.” He said, handing the ‘bubble stix’ back to his friend. “Besides, I’m not great with visual arts. Performing arts is more my thing and you know it.” He took the piece of silver metal anyway. “Huh. This is a nice piece of metal, though. I’m sure I can find some kind of use for it. A good polish would be in order, though.” He said, setting it on the ground and sitting next to, Tepig crawling into his lap. “Besides, Tepig doesn’t know Ember yet either. He’s a little too preoccupied with food instead of training.”

"Pig?" The Pokemon said at the mention of food. Marty laughed and rubbed his head. "Not now, hon."

"Oh okay, well another time maybe..." Lisa put the sticks back in her bag. "Well what did you wanna talk about? Enjoying the school so far?" She turned back to Marty and sat down across from him. Sitting Squirtle in her lap, and her art out of her mind for a moment she prepped herself mentally for chit chat.

She liked seeing her old friend and the bond he had with Tepig. "You and Tepig are really close, surprised you didn't get any training in before you came here though. I was so nervous, Squirtle and I trained non-stop. According to some research I did most starters gain their first special ability in just a few levels. So I am sure Tepig will learn ember real, real soon!" She smiled at her friend. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound like a nerdy know-it-all..." She smirked and swiped a strand of hair behind her hair.

Lisa propped up the large blank canvas against the school’s cool brick. It was early in the morning and an hour and a half before breakfast would be served. Her favorite time to knock some art out of the way. “Aww, perfect.” She grinned at the canvas as she closed one eye and framed it with her two hands interlocking with fingers in an ‘L’ shape. Together they made an oblong rectangle that she twisted and contorted as she weaved her head back and forth, trying to find the perfect angle for her masterpiece.

She took a few steps back, “perfect, now next part.” She mumbled to herself as she happily pulled five slender stakes out of her art supply satchel. They were five colors: red, blue, orange, yellow, and lavender. Each with a rounded hollow circle at the opposite end of the stakes’ points. “Okay Squirtle rise and shine we got art to do my watta brotha!” With that there was a flash of light and her tiny turtle partner emerged.

She thought about going to the cafeteria for breakfast but it seemed to early for that. It was closed but to her luck, the vending machines were open. She had bought a bottle of orange juice and Charmander a carton of berry pokesnacks before continuing on their stroll around the school. She had just realized she had never seen the school this quiet and empty but, then again, she’s never been up this early. She was passing by a window that shown the field in the back of the Academy, noticing a girl and her Squirtle were doing something with a canvas. What she had so far on her easel was surprisingly pretty and Maria was never one for art.

Lisa propped up the large blank canvas against the school’s cool brick. It was early in the morning and an hour and a half before breakfast would be served. Her favorite time to knock some art out of the way. “Aww, perfect.” She grinned at the canvas as she closed one eye and framed it with her two hands interlocking with fingers in an ‘L’ shape. Together they made an oblong rectangle that she twisted and contorted as she weaved her head back and forth, trying to find the perfect angle for her masterpiece.

She took a few steps back, “perfect, now next part.” She mumbled to herself as she happily pulled five slender stakes out of her art supply satchel. They were five colors: red, blue, orange, yellow, and lavender. Each with a rounded hollow circle at the opposite end of the stakes’ points. “Okay Squirtle rise and shine we got art to do my watta brotha!” With that there was a flash of light and her tiny turtle partner emerged.

Lisa expectedly awaited for the pokemon mini race to begin. She loosely sketched out the forms in orange and then went back through with a few details. A flurry of fiery shapes running like mystic spirits filled her page. She smiled down at her work in progress and continued to fine tune the drawing. A shading here, erasing a line there, blending here. "What a perfect day and a fun impromptu drawing project."