The sun shone heavily upon the Village of Stones and Rocks as clouds of various shapes and sizes floated carelessly across the sky, their movements free and peaceful as they drifted. The humidity of the Village held no say over the beautiful breeze coming Waterfall Point, it was one of the area's of Iwagakure that had become a favorite of Rue's and not just because of the moisture that seemed to plaster the air, but because of the magnificent sight that lay below, the view of the entire Village.

Rue sat crossed legs with various bottles of paint and paintbrushes scattered around her, before her sat a canvas with a half painted painting of Iwagakure, the detail in the painting accurate, as if each line, color and shading had been done with a steady hand. Rue sat upon a small wooden chair in front of her canvas, her hand movements slow and steady as she painted, Rue often looking across over the Village to suck in more of it's view. The sounds of birds chirping and waterfalling seemed distant as Rue found herself engulfed in her art, it was a natural talent she learnt.

[Sorry for shortness...]