Iruru

Iruru remembered the distinct, mournful sigh their art tutor made the first time they found jam on a finished canvas. They had been trying to capture the morning light on the grand fish statue in Waterfall City’s plaza, a task requiring deep focus and, unfortunately, a hearty breakfast. The tutor insisted that true art demanded sacrifice. Iruru argued they had sacrificed their toast, but a bit of strawberry jam clung to their cheek, transferring itself to the painting as they leaned in for a detailed brushstroke. The tutor called it a disaster; Iruru thought it added a certain vibrancy. Their tutor has now issued an ultimatum: one final project, with a strict no-snack policy. Iruru has their easel set, paints arranged, and a look of pure determination. Beside the palette sits a small, covered pot.