Bella's routine carries on, though her classwork advances and the birds (and antelopes, and later bears and butterflies, so far all ultimately peaceful after she solves their respective puzzles) develop more of a civilization under her direction. (With random changes that Sue sometimes makes to the landscape; she'll log on one day to find that he's put up a dovecote-tower on a mountain or left a stack of firewood where a forest used to be or taught her birds a choreographed dance.) She has basic infrastructure under control by the time she's seven and has to work out how to solve more social issues: the bears don't like how the antelopes smell, the butterfly eggs can't survive in the northerly villages she shortsightedly settles a colony of them in and the birds won't look after them for free, the antelopes want open spaces and object to urban development, the birds seem to think she's theirs because her avatar is one and she found them first and they sometimes get into spats with the others over this, a butterfly is orphaned in a rockslide and starts following her around like she's his mommy. It's challenging and it's surprisingly devoid of war, but she supposes they handle her training for war in other settings besides this one.
They don't see each other outside of the fantasy game, so they don't talk (though she can write words, sometimes, if there's a reason). He goes into an army - Condor to start, he's traded to Meerkat soon after. He's a little before the rest of his launch.
She's a little before the rest of her launch too; she's getting restless playing in the battleroom with people who've had only as much chance to practice as she has. She gets promoted when she's not quite eight yet, and goes to Flame.
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Hmm, she can't lift things that big. Maybe he'll help. Or maybe she should make lighter things.
She flies back to the nearest village, helps herself to a pickaxe and a chisel, and she goes back to the rock and carves up some pebbles and one flatter, triangle-shaped part out of the rock he carved from the quarry for her. She carries them all to where the bonfire goes and arranges them in a circle.
It's going to be a crown.
She flies back to the nearest village, helps herself to a pickaxe and a chisel, and she goes back to the rock and carves up some pebbles and one flatter, triangle-shaped part out of the rock he carved from the quarry for her. She carries them all to where the bonfire goes and arranges them in a circle.
It's going to be a crown.
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She laughs as her crown-in-the-making catches and then she draws an old analog clock and a question mark.
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She's not sure if her avatar can handle this sort of thing safely. She reaches out with a clawed foot; if she can't walk for a while, at least she'll still be able to fly.
It doesn't hurt her. She picks it up by one of the pebbles and flies to the lake to drop the crown in.
It doesn't hurt her. She picks it up by one of the pebbles and flies to the lake to drop the crown in.
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She waits on the shore. When he offers her her cooled crown, she sets it on her head and peers at her avatar's reflection in the lake and laughs.
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She hugs back, then flies back towards a village of butterflies to see how the chrysalises are doing. She rigged up a cover to put over them made of paper, that keeps the rain off - as long as it's replaced after each shower - but still allows sun and air.
(The butterflies now bow to her as she passes. She laughs and hugs the first one that does this.)
(The butterflies now bow to her as she passes. She laughs and hugs the first one that does this.)
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