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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.)

And there's very good light.

Piotr's set up an easel and is making good use of that light, currently. Even if he's not actually painting anything in this landscape, it makes a nice change to be outside.

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Her smile softens. "You're following your imagination instead of trying to make it follow you." One side of her smile may, in fact, turn a little crooked, as she says, "Da?" She doesn't say it with quite Piotr's inflection, but she makes a concerted effort at it, and with her natural accent -- it doesn't sound so bad.

[steelartisan]

It doesn't.

But it's still not quite right -- just a hair off from a native speaker's, and that's still disconcerting, from someone who speaks English with an accent so like his.

"Yes," he says. "Da is yes, in Russian."

"I'm sorry. It is habit."

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"I got that," she says, and she smiles. "I was asking if I was right about the imagination."

[steelartisan]

Oh. Oops.

"Yes," he says, only a little sheepish. "Something like that."

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

Maya laughs, softly. She slips her hands into her coat pockets, and she takes another, closer (without actually stepping in) look at the painting. The wind rustles through the leaves. It's so peaceful here, Maya thinks.

It's pretty companionable, as far as silences go.

[steelartisan]

It is. And Piotr's never minded companionable silences.

If he'd known her for longer, he might keep painting. Maybe he will later anyway. But it seems a bit rude, as it is, and this isn't the kind of painting he can give half his attention to. So he sets brushes and palette down, carefully, and attempts idly to scrub some of the paint off his hands. It doesn't work terribly well.

After a minute or so, "Do you draw? Or write, anything like that?"

He's curious, is all; it's conversation.

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"No, nothing like that." She gestures gracefully to the painting. "Please, don't let me stop you.

"I wanted to be a writer, when I was a girl." She half-smiles with the memory. "There weren't many career paths for writers in my country, though, especially for ones who wanted to write stories along the lines of the banned tales." Her smile turns wider, if more quietly rueful. "And when I showed an aptitude toward sorcery, well, that was that."

[steelartisan]

"Banned tales?"

Because this is Milliways, and not her country, he'll ask; because he grew up in the Soviet Union, he adds another subject a moment later, for an easy out. And he is curious about both, anyway. "You would have official training, yes. In school?"

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

Maya's smile is hard to quantify; small, tired, with touches of rue and understanding that this is going to sound bad on the part of the URRS.

"The old stories, fairy tales from before the republics came into being, our government doesn't approve of them. They've been banned for years and years, but I found a book when I was a girl. They were always my favorites." Maya still has that book.

"Yes." Her smile becomes more genuine; she pushes her bangs back with a light hand. "I trained at the academy; everyone who goes into the Army does."

[steelartisan]

Hard to quantify, maybe, but very familiar too. His own lopsided half-smile, however momentary, probably says so.

"All for sorceresses?"

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"No," she says, shaking her head lightly. "There were branches for sorceresses, Guardsmen, naval and infantry officers, krawl crew--"

(Maya, Kyuzo, Urik, Marcus, and Alex)

"--Anyone dealing with specialized equipment or skills, or who's going through officer training, learns at the Academy."

[steelartisan]

Huh.

Absently, he picks up his brush again, though he doesn't start painting yet.

"It makes sense. Like army training in my world."

"From what I know of it, at least."

The X-Men's training is an ever-so-slightly different system.

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"It does," she says. "It wouldn't make sense for sorceresses and Guardsmen to be educated separately. This way -- soldiers in different aspects of the Fleet come up through the ranks together."

It is, she doesn't say, one of the only smart things the USSR ever did.

[steelartisan]

"You understand the collective purpose," he agrees.

It's a sound principle, after all.

"Everyone thinks of the Fleet."

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"That's the party line," says Maya. "The practical one is that it lets soldiers get to know one other, get used to working together, and then they work together on the battlefield a hell of a lot more effectively." She smiles a little bit. "The friendships that come out of it aren't half bad, either."