Contact TâAsh about making one. Heâll let you know what he needs for it. Now I must go to Mid-Class HealingHall.â He nodded to the public carrier pulling up. âThatâs your glider to work, isnât it?â
âYes.â
âBetter go,â he told her and before she could reply, he teleported away, leaving her feeling small and wishing heâd offered to âport her to work.
She spent the whole morning unhappy that sheâd disappointed him and trying to convince herself that his feelings didnât matter. But they did. Somehow, in the space of a couple of days, heâd become a friend. That happened to her often, so it wasnât too uniqueâexcept he was a handsome, sophisticated, much older man.
Trif put away the two-dimensional worksheets she used, and set out several spheres that everyone else in the office employed to image the furniture and place it in various surroundings. âAbout time,â said one of her cuzes.
âI thought this might help me learn to âport. I havenât been thinking in three dimensions.â
The woman held the ball, made a small change, and the desk looked better situated in the model den. She handed the globe back to Trif. âCouldnât hurt.â She tapped the sphere. âThe orb has inbuilt Flair, and I only use whatâs there. You have considerable Flair of your own. Maybe it clashes. And if it does, youâd better learn to use it.â
âYes,â Trif said, and called up a bedroom, envisioning the new Clover Fine Furnishings suite inside it. The activity made her head hurt. A small mew preceded a tiny nip at her finger. âGreyku?â
Are you getting a tinter for me? I am all white . She stared at the model bedroom in the globe, bold with primary colors. White is SO bo-ring .
âYouâre sure you donât want to be white?â
Iâm sure. I think I might want to be magenta. Or sapphire. Or emerald. Or golden. Or magenta and sapphire and emerald and golden, with silver whiskers . âYesssss!â
Something else Trif couldnât imagine. âVery well.â
During lunch, Trif nerved herself to scry the only artist she knewâCitrula, who lived in an artist colony on Mona Island. They had been adversaries, but the last time theyâd met, theyâd parted on relatively civil terms.
To Trif âs surprise, Citrula looked relaxed and fulfilled. âWhat can I do for you?â
Trif held Greyku above the large office scrybowl. âThis is my Fam, Greyku. She wants to be tinted.â
At Citrulaâs surprise, Trif gave a little cough. âThe Ship states that ancient Earth cats were tinted for centuries.â
Citrula appeared intrigued. âI think one of our community is experimenting with nano-art and in contact with the Ship. Iâll ask it for vizes.â
Greyku scowled down at the close water and issued a series of meows. Trif translated. âShe likes the idea of jewel tones, being aâahemâmulticolored kitty.â
Citrula raised her brows. âA challenge.â She eyed the kitten, who was stiff and with claws extended over the large watery scrybowl. âWill she sit still for the work?â
âYessssss,â hissed Greyku. Put Me aside now. The artist has seen enough .
Trif did as she was told.
âI think weâll do her in layers,â Citrula said.
âLayers?â
âA cat has many-layered fur. We might be able to accommodate her taste and my vision.â
Theyâd better. Trif coughed, struggling with amusement again. âMy primary concern is that Greyku is happy.â
âIf you want this done for a reasonable rate, youâll let me have my way.â That was a issue too. Especially since Trif was paying TâAsh for an amulet. Even at cost, the jewelry was going to stretch her budget.
Laughing, Citrula said, âLet the kitten pay me.â
How? Trif stared at Greyku.
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