It was always best, of course, to arrange things so that others came to you and did what you wanted them to do while thinking it had always been entirely their own idea, but they did not, as her mother often signed, live in a perfect world. Times when volunteers were needed seemed to be especially susceptible to not really working out as if they were, so on such occasions, it was always best to have a more direct-action plan in the wings from the start.
It had been with this thought in mind that Katya had closely observed the art club regulars when she had made her announcement about choosing a successor. Sometimes, for no good reason at all, people either wouldn't or didn't feel able to do things unless they were asked, and simply asking someone had therefore always been Plan B. It was a bit foolish, perhaps, but Katya wanted to leave something to show for all her years in the south, something that improved the place a bit, and this was what she had to do that with. It was good for people, she thought, to have somewhere to go where it was against the unspoken (and therefore most important) rules to mind things like incomprehensible politics and passive-aggressive social disparities or anything like that. A space which was just about creating something beautiful, one way or another, or at least something that had the potential to be. Since no successor showed up voluntarily, she therefore set out to recruit one.
She had thought about it for a while before settling on Rosalynn Tellerman. The girl had talent, yes, but she was also quite young to take on responsibility. Alexei's tales of the Beginner classes didn't mark her out as one of the troublesome ones, but they had reminded Katya how young she was, and of how next year was a transitional year for her, too, with joining Intermediate classes. Still, though - she seemed steady enough, and Aladrens were both supposed to be good at figuring out how to do things and supposed to be smart, which Katya equated with knowing what one could handle and what one could not (Katya, amiable to all but seldom intimate with anyone, had never observed Aladrens closely enough as a group to realize the crucial difference between characterized by intelligence and possessing common sense). It would also allow another longer period with the same person in charge if it worked out well, which to her was invariably better-sounding than the chaos of multiple short terms.
"Hello," she greeted Rosalynn warmly one weekend afternoon. "May I sit?"
Upon receiving permission, she did not dawdle long before coming to the point of the matter. "I have had the thought," she explained, "to speak to those who make good art to help choose who comes after me. You seem to have much enthusiasm. Had you thought perhaps of taking over?"
16Katerina VorontsovPlan B (tag Rosalynn Tellerman)141815
Rosalynn knew Katerina Vorontsov in two capacities: Art Club President and Head Student. As she was currently eating and not doing art, when she spotted the older girl's approach, she assumed she was acting in the later capacity, and she felt a small thrill of worry that she had done something very wrong without realizing it.
The greeting was friendly, however, and if Ros was about to be disciplined for any infraction, large or small, she doubted the seventh year would invite herself to be seated nearby in order to announce a loss of house points or to schedule a detention, so she nodded her invitation in mild confusion rather than outright terror.
As Katerina continued talking, once she was seated, Rosalynn relaxed further, as she grasped that this was The Art Club President talking to a second year, not The Head GirlTM talking to a second year.
She glowed a little bit over the compliment that she made good art, but the question Katerina finished on took her aback. There had been enough clues leading up to it, starting with the fact that The Head GirlTM was sitting next to her at all and ending with the remarks that Katerina had been thinking about who to take over for her, that Rosalynn was not blindsided completely, but she still hadn't really expected it.
"Me?" she questioned, her voice more of a squeak than she really wanted it to be. "I... I'd be honored, but I figured you'd want someone older."