Linya is working on a massive flowchart-like diagram of a planned software project for Dr. Cheung. It's laid out in every color and in three dimensions with sprawl of its little writing that takes up most of her office and keeps fading out at the edges and in her shadow when she moves around, but reappears when she turns or approaches.
first-loyalty
Ekaterin sends a holo of the lilac. It is sitting in a windowsill, and on its stem below the spray of flowers it is wearing a tiny tutu made out of tissue paper and string.
I'm encouraging its dreams, she writes.
I'm encouraging its dreams, she writes.
isthisart
Linya can't stop laughing for a solid minute.
It has achieved more than I ever thought possible! Those fools at the lilac academy will see when they're paying top dollar for front seats at its debut performance!
isthisart
Well - maybe the conversation came to a natural end.
Conversations do that.
Linya has now written enough songs that stay put (as opposed to her aimless improvisational fare) that she has troubled to take an afternoon recording them for general dissemination to anyone who's interested.
She sends Ekaterin a copy.
Conversations do that.
Linya has now written enough songs that stay put (as opposed to her aimless improvisational fare) that she has troubled to take an afternoon recording them for general dissemination to anyone who's interested.
She sends Ekaterin a copy.
first-loyalty
It's not going as smoothly as I hoped, but I have a sweet little lilac to keep me company.
first-loyalty
Nothing very important. It's just hard to keep up with all the little things sometimes. I'm sure I'll manage.
first-loyalty
I'm afraid not. Although he did have a laugh over the talentless lilac.
isthisart
Maybe he'll like it when he gets there. I don't know a lot about what schools here are like, though. Perhaps he'd be reasonable in hating it.
isthisart
Conversations do sometimes come to natural ends, but Linya feels like she's working harder than she's used to on this one.
She considers the possibility that Ekaterin is too polite to tell her that she considers friendships this long-distance inconvenient. She's busy, after all, even without a garden.
That Ekaterin is too polite, she doesn't doubt; that Ekaterin doesn't want to correspond, she doubts some, but.
Let me know, she writes back.
And then she leaves her friend be.
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