"Falling Starry Sky."
The instant she named the painting, a storm of You Are Being Watched prompts exploded in her mind.
But it still was not over.
Rita glanced at the remaining time for the first phase of the game.
Eighteen minutes.
More than enough.
What came next would not be any easier than the painting itself.
She took out a glass of Wrong Season, but halfway through raising it she suddenly thought of something better. Her gaze shifted to Cat's Ideal, which had crawled out on its own as soon as she started painting.
"Can you move on your own," she asked, "use your skills without me controlling you?"
The helm rocked from side to side.
"No."
Rita tried again. "Then can I summon my vice captain?"
The helm nodded.
"That you can."
