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After Zagor's rather rushed instructions, the wind students spread out along the shore of the lake to hide from Old Man Gilligan. Zinna picked a rather gravel-y part of the shore that was sprinkled with large rock formations; perfect for hiding behind. So Zinna sat down behind one particularly big rock, opened her bag of Pona Bop chips, and waited. Eventually, she was able to hear a few faint footsteps, and at that moment her glands flared a bright orange and the sound was instantly amplified. She listened to it for a second before quickly marking a little 'x' on the half-assed map. Not a second later, she heard another sound; a panicked cry for help that was followed by a large stammering story that Zinna didn't care to listen to. She debated on getting up and giving the map back to Zagor, but she had gotten quite comfortable beside her little rock and Pona chips, and this map was rather scribbly and inaccurate (nothing at all like the beautiful fantasy maps in Zinna's adventure books). Zinna decided that she would stay a little while longer and fix up the little map and maybe hope that the wind student would keep Gilligan company enough for her to finish drawing.

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Huzzah! Another magic class homework drawing! This was a late one again because school is still kicking my head in with assignments, but my exams are over, so maybe I'll get a little more time to draw.

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Description

After Zagor's rather rushed instructions, the wind students spread out along the shore of the lake to hide from Old Man Gilligan. Zinna picked a rather gravel-y part of the shore that was sprinkled with large rock formations; perfect for hiding behind. So Zinna sat down behind one particularly big rock, opened her bag of Pona Bop chips, and waited. Eventually, she was able to hear a few faint footsteps, and at that moment her glands flared a bright orange and the sound was instantly amplified. She listened to it for a second before quickly marking a little 'x' on the half-assed map. Not a second later, she heard another sound; a panicked cry for help that was followed by a large stammering story that Zinna didn't care to listen to. She debated on getting up and giving the map back to Zagor, but she had gotten quite comfortable beside her little rock and Pona chips, and this map was rather scribbly and inaccurate (nothing at all like the beautiful fantasy maps in Zinna's adventure books). Zinna decided that she would stay a little while longer and fix up the little map and maybe hope that the wind student would keep Gilligan company enough for her to finish drawing.

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Huzzah! Another magic class homework drawing! This was a late one again because school is still kicking my head in with assignments, but my exams are over, so maybe I'll get a little more time to draw.

2/649