one abstraction

[dandelionwine]

[Although she'd gone to sleep in a small, quiet, dimly lit room and awoken the next morning in very similar surroundings, Rin had known immediately she was nowhere she'd ever been before. The strange book lying next to her head had only confirmed her suspicions.

Now she is planted in the castle's large lobby. Any passersby might notice the girl sitting against a wall, hunched over her journal and turning the pages carefully with her feet, as she has no arms. She's taking in all the information she can, learning with every turn of the page. After a while, she speaks up, more to herself than to anyone or anything else.]

Am I the only artist here? The only student? Lots of butterflies are making it confusing.

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[dandelionwine]

For a long time.

[Don't worry, Bunny. She's not as crazy as she sounds.]

How long have you painted flowers?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Can't say I see many in the winter.

[That's good. There's nothing worse than insanity butterflies]

For a very, very long time.

[dandelionwine]

Do you paint anything else? [A beat.] I paint abstracts.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I mostly paint eggs. But I've been thinking of taking it up properly again. After Easter.

[dandelionwine]

You paint eggs? Like still life? Aren't eggs a boring subject?

[Totally missing the point.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No no, I paint on the eggs. They're Easter Eggs. [His subtle way to see if she has Easter in her world, yep]

[dandelionwine]

Easter eggs? Isn't that something Americans do? Is this castle in America?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's not just America, it's everywhere.