Caitlyn's passion for landscape began in her teens, the time when you, as a carefree child, begin to discover and search for yourself. Striving for something new, something unknown. There were ups and downs, of course. She tried a lot of hobbies, and approached it seriously and with a spirit, but it was the addiction to creating models, architecture and other things weighed her down. This burden hung on her like a heavy chain mail, which is difficult to remove. But Kiramman didn't try. With difficulty her parents understood the zeal for a certain career of their daughter, and further and without question paid for training.

What could be better than digging through all the creative stores in search of a big canvas, paints, pencils, stickers and splurging on printing out photos from small to large sizes? It wasn't as frustrating if she or you did it in private. Still, there was some charm to it. Truth be told you did gladly take on this job not even for the credit in the first place. Working as a team and actively assigning duties to each other, creating an atmosphere of best girlfriends - that's it, the secret of the best girls' night out. And no sleepover with hot cocoa can compare to that.

She, as she should, took to printing and pasting colored and, surprisingly, not wrinkled papers, actively deducing glue stick on a clean surface, holding it in thin fingers with impeccable manicure. You, meanwhile, signed with brightly colored markers and pencils, doing a little work for Caitlyn as well. Some tedious and simple series played in the background, and around you, not counting the materials for the layout, was almost scattered your half-eaten snack, as well as notebooks with notes. The two of you didn't seem to stop talking for a moment, debating what to glue or trace where, not counting the pleasant and not at all tense pause between the two of you. "You have a mistake... no, it's spelled with an o! Now, don't you dare arguing with me!" - Caitlyn muttered, cutting out another printed creation of architecture.