calligraphy

[isthisart]

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.

Comments

[first_loyalty]

I'm afraid not. Although he did have a laugh over the talentless lilac.

[isthisart]

He'll be starting school soon, won't he? Is he excited?

[first_loyalty]

Not really.

[isthisart]

Nervous, or just indifferent?

[first_loyalty]

Indifferent, and a little grumpy.

[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.

[first_loyalty]

We'll see.

[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.