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[steelartisan]

It's spring here at Milliways. Plants are growing. It's a good place to be; a relaxing place. Even if there aren't any tilled fields of crops, even if there are giant squid in the lake, it's a reminder of good things. (And the Mansion's grounds, after all, have no crops either

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[joiningyousoon]

Maya takes a deep breath as she steps out of the door; inhale and exhale, because this is tension-free, peaceful air. No one here is rushing about, worrying that they're going to be killed. No one here is griping about the food in the mess or the stiffness in the bunks. No all-encompassing sense of doom and gloom. Just the sun, trees, the lake, grass -- and Piotr Nikolievitch.

She smiles and she starts making her way toward him, the wind catching the tails of her coat.

[steelartisan]

He doesn't notice her immediately. He's frowning a little at his canvas, pondering colors. Does it need a little more green in this spot? He's not sure.

The central figure is a woman's shape, a silhouette of mostly unpainted canvas at the moment. Around her are swirls and shapes, white and red and yellow, blending into each other and into the woman's body. It's hard to tell where she ends and they begin, though whether that's a deliberate effect or something that will become clearer as the painting's completed isn't entirely clear either. There are a couple of sketches taped to the easel, for reference.

[joiningyousoon]

It can't hurt that Piotr has her back to him, and Maya moves quietly. Still, the tread of her boots is not silent, and she speaks before she's too close.

"Looks nice, Piotr," she says, and she's smiling lightly, a warm expression. "Anyone I know?"

It's hasn't been so long since they last spoke, not really, but Maya's still going to go with easing her way into that conversation.

[steelartisan]

"No." One corner of his mouth crooks up in greeting, as he glances over his shoulder at her. "Partly it is no one specific." Only partly, though.

"Hello, Maya."