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After two days of variously boring meetings and plan-making sessions with high mucketymucks of the Golden Coven, Elspeth finds Milliways in a bathroom in the wolf village when she's trying to refill her water glass during Quil's daughter's third birthday party. It is mercifully not the house's only bathroom.
Hey, Libby, Bella! Orfeo, Elena! Here it is, in the house with all the partying going on! Ready to go? she says, herding the birthday girl away from the entrance.
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Orfeo barks a wolfy laugh and takes off after her. Moriarty girls?
Elena fidgets, then, not caring much whether Libby's fussed, gets out of her own clothes and joins them; she's a frosted caramel.
Elena fidgets, then, not caring much whether Libby's fussed, gets out of her own clothes and joins them; she's a frosted caramel.
queensidecastle
It's a long story, Chris says merrily. Tell you later. Hi, Elena. You after my secrets?
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Don't give a shit, replies Elena, apparently somewhat more foul-mouthed in her head. You try watching wolves run around and not going after them.
Orfeo wonders if this is going to make it hard for her to slot back into the right pack at home.
I'll figure it out, Elena thinks dismissively.
Orfeo wonders if this is going to make it hard for her to slot back into the right pack at home.
I'll figure it out, Elena thinks dismissively.
queensidecastle
Chris finds this very entertaining.
She is also pleased to discover that being a wolf makes no difference whatsoever to her power: there it is, steady as ever, tucked around a mental representation of Libby like a comfortable blanket. She turns right, circling around to head back toward her niece, and idly checks Orfeo and Elena for protectability.
She is also pleased to discover that being a wolf makes no difference whatsoever to her power: there it is, steady as ever, tucked around a mental representation of Libby like a comfortable blanket. She turns right, circling around to head back toward her niece, and idly checks Orfeo and Elena for protectability.
queensidecastle
I've never found out exactly what it does check for, she says. But usually people who like me are protectable and people who don't, aren't. It's all hypothetical, anyway; I've only ever protected two people in my life.
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Orfeo wouldn't want you covering him, anyway, that'd un-protect his Libby, Elena thinks. Oh, by the way, it's now somewhere between unthinkable and impossible for you to harm Libby even if you wanted to unless Orfeo's dead first. No one bothered mentioning this ahead of time because no one thought that was an option you wanted kept open.
queensidecastle
Harming Libby was already impossible, says Chris. I'd know that better than anybody.
Halfway back, she flomps onto a snuggly-looking patch of moss and rolls around on it. Her absurdly long fur gets tangled fast, but she's having too much fun to care.
Halfway back, she flomps onto a snuggly-looking patch of moss and rolls around on it. Her absurdly long fur gets tangled fast, but she's having too much fun to care.
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Orfeo and Elena start play-fighting. It's not gentle; they are not careful about scratching each other, and there's a few bites exchanged, healed almost as soon as the teeth leave the skin. They're used to it and it's fun. Not for you, says Elena, it wasn't.
queensidecastle
Her fur is in her eyes again. Chris lets her head drop down onto the moss with a sigh. Of course this kid doesn't know the whole story, and it's theoretically true, even if in practical terms she is about as likely to take her power off Libby as she is to spontaneously lift off and fly into the sun.
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And just how unlikely is that, huh, with magic flying around everywhere? Imprinting stuff is proof against magic. This one lasts even if you stop being a wolf - deactivated wolves still can't poke the Princess in the eye even if she asks them to nicely for experimental purposes, Elena says.
queensidecastle
Really? This needs testing.
She gets up, shakes herself off (flinging bits of moss in every direction) and heads for Libby again.
She gets up, shakes herself off (flinging bits of moss in every direction) and heads for Libby again.
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Orfeo breaks off from the fight and trots after her nervously. Uh, what are you going to do?
queensidecastle
Not hurt her, says Chris. That much is a given. She of all people should know that Libby can't be hurt.
But that doesn't mean she cannot, for example, plant herself in front of Libby and headbutt her in the stomach hard enough to knock her on her ass.
But that doesn't mean she cannot, for example, plant herself in front of Libby and headbutt her in the stomach hard enough to knock her on her ass.
dont_look_back
Oh, yeah, the no-hurting-other-people's-imprints thing doesn't stop anyone from moving them around or even restraining them. Wolves helped capture the Princess, before the revolution, Orfeo thinks.
But a vampire had to break her legs first, thinks Elena. The wolves couldn't do that. If you thought you were going to break Libby's ribs or whatever doing that, you couldn't've done it.
But a vampire had to break her legs first, thinks Elena. The wolves couldn't do that. If you thought you were going to break Libby's ribs or whatever doing that, you couldn't've done it.
queensidecastle
Probably would've broken her ribs, she says, nosing at Libby's knee, if it weren't for—well, me.
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Libby sits up and hugs her fluffy aunt around the neck.
"I'm glad you're having fun," she says dryly.
"I'm glad you're having fun," she says dryly.
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But it was for you - so to speak, thinks Elena, so you knew perfectly well she'd be unharmed. Look, it's not complicated.
Orfeo is considering licking Libby in the face. He is not sure if she would appreciate that or not.
Orfeo is considering licking Libby in the face. He is not sure if she would appreciate that or not.
queensidecastle
Well, now Chris is considering that too, and unlike Orfeo she doesn't also have to consider what Libby would think of it. So she does.
prima-sequentem
Libby splutters a bit, shoves at Chris's nose, and then hugs her again.