Aya eats pastries. She adds a border of further detail to her butterfly's wings. She picks up the book she's in the middle of and reads on.
She undergoes a sort of emotional unfurling over the next several days, when everything continues to be exactly as it was presented to her. She takes the colored inks and experiments with using them in coded drawings; preliminary results are promising. She finishes the history book, its companion volume, several plays, a novel, and a catalog of case studies of people who've wandered into magics and successfully come out with this or that deformity, drawback, arguable enhancement, or crippling condition - instead of dying instantly, vanishing, or becoming permanently stuck to something inside the magic until dying less than instantly. She eats the excellent household food, three meals a day. She gets her change of clothes, finds out where laundry gets done, and thereafter has a suitable schedule of personal and fabric-related cleanliness. She finds a little box of decorative tacks in the attic, puts up her lizard on the wall, confirms that Hal isn't going to make a face at there being a tack hole in the wall, and then puts up the other drawings and the new ones she's drawn since the first day. She thinks she'll take a stab at actually organizing the attic - pretty much entirely for her own convenience - one of these days.
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Date: 2014-02-23 09:55 pm (UTC)She undergoes a sort of emotional unfurling over the next several days, when everything continues to be exactly as it was presented to her. She takes the colored inks and experiments with using them in coded drawings; preliminary results are promising. She finishes the history book, its companion volume, several plays, a novel, and a catalog of case studies of people who've wandered into magics and successfully come out with this or that deformity, drawback, arguable enhancement, or crippling condition - instead of dying instantly, vanishing, or becoming permanently stuck to something inside the magic until dying less than instantly. She eats the excellent household food, three meals a day. She gets her change of clothes, finds out where laundry gets done, and thereafter has a suitable schedule of personal and fabric-related cleanliness. She finds a little box of decorative tacks in the attic, puts up her lizard on the wall, confirms that Hal isn't going to make a face at there being a tack hole in the wall, and then puts up the other drawings and the new ones she's drawn since the first day. She thinks she'll take a stab at actually organizing the attic - pretty much entirely for her own convenience - one of these days.