"No, not exactly," Aya said, a bit embarrassed. Then, amended, "Not at all, really. I can't do more than deformed stick figures."

She frowned and talked bit by bit, gaining more confidence as she spoke. "But it feels right, you know? Instinct. It's like... writing a paper, not knowing what you really want to say, and then finding it along the way. Or finding your rhythm when doing sports and realizing you've actually been doing a play you that's been there all along, you just didn't realize it. "