line dance

[isthisart]

Linya settles thoroughly in. The rest of her Barrayaran clothes filter in and she mixes and matches in Alys-approved ways. Cordelia continues to be welcoming; the Count continues to be more or less awkward (though she does catch him stifling a laugh the first time she has occasion to scoop up her husband in his presence). Tsipis continues to be marvelously helpful; between them they pick a factory that will be able to make pens for a reasonable bid, and she goes in to visit and makes sure they have everything right and decides what colors the chassis ought to come in (four standard colors, a dozen more available as custom order with optional engraving). She asks Cordelia what color she wants hers; since she doesn't want a complicated nib-end she can have the first one off the production line. For the complicated-nib version, Linya is still studying optics. She writes a letter to a local manufacturer of holoprojectors to see if they have any insight. She wraps up her study of Greek and starts on French - French, she already knew, but this is a different dialect with peculiar Barrayaran Cyrillic spelling rules, so it still requires nonzero effort.

Oh, and she snuggles her tiny Barrayaran. And makes music and has groats for breakfast roughly every other day.

Setting a date for a groat-related wedding as opposed to a groat-related breakfast is a little complicated, but they are formally, as it were, engaged.

Comments

[thisvorlunatic]

"I guess I'm still not used to having a... porter." Braid braid braid. "Have I mentioned recently that I love your hair?"

[isthisart]

"Yes, you have."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well, I'm mentioning it again."

[isthisart]

"I love you," she sighs fondly.

[thisvorlunatic]

"...I love you too," says Miles, unutterably pleased. "I will hug you in a few minutes when I reach my next stopping point."

[isthisart]

Linya giggles.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well, I'm not going to just drop the braid," he says, and then he also giggles.

[isthisart]

"You've been known to," she points out archly.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Truuuue. Don't tempt me, this one's going perfectly so far and I want to finish it."

[isthisart]

"Tempting you is tempting." But she doesn't budge.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I love you," sighs Miles.

[isthisart]

"I love you too. It occurred to me last night that you were probably doing that 'waiting indefinitely for me to bring it up' thing."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Er - it was more a case of waiting until later, but 'later' was imprecisely defined."

[isthisart]

"Similar enough," declares Linya.

[thisvorlunatic]

"If you say so." Braid braid braaaaaaaaid.

[isthisart]

"What is visitation going to be like when you're in the hospital for whatever amount of time?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Um - I'm not really sure what the deal is from your end. Talk to Mother," he advises. "She has practice."

[isthisart]

"Will do. I imagine it's very dull there."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Oh, yes. Extremely."

[isthisart]

"And I can work on pen software and French just as well there as anywhere. Maybe bring in my keyboard, if there's a good way to transport it."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Mother will know, or be able to find out."

[isthisart]

Linya makes a note of this. "On an unrelated note, my estimate is that I'll know whether or not I'm ever going to be able to figure out your complicated nib in a couple of months - maybe sooner, but that's when I'll give up on it if it looks terribly unpromising."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Good to know. All right."

Braid, braid, braid.

[isthisart]

Linya holds her pen over her shoulder, takes a holo of her hair, and then brings it around to have a look. "Lovely," she pronounces.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I know," he says, somewhat smugly. "And almost done, too."