Thursday arrived, gray and overcast, the sky a perfect mirror of the tense, anxious mood that had settled over their small group. The library's main reading room had been transformed. Rows of chairs faced a small, makeshift stage where a single microphone stood. On the surrounding walls, on a series of portable display boards, was the art.
Thea's birds were there, her familiar, beautiful illustrations a quiet testament to her talent. But they were not alone. Ruby had managed to solicit work from a dozen other student artists, and the walls were now a vibrant, chaotic tapestry of different styles and mediums. Paintings, photographs, digital art, even a small, intricate wire sculpture.
And in the center of it all, on a single, prominent display board, was Yuna's work.
