'Zuba smiled, despite the pang of envy she felt. "Wish I could do." she said, chuckling once. "Not very artistic, though. Not coordinated enough." This was a bit of a lie; she had no idea if she was artistic or not. She'd never tried; just assumed that she couldn't and left it at that. "Clay beads sound like fun." she said, smiling lightly. It sounded fun because it sounded like something she could do. Just roll clay in a ball and poke a hole through it, right? Then again, she could probably find a way to mess that up, but it'd be fun trying anyways, right? She'd have to bug Mother about getting some clay when she got home...
