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Bella very carefully checked just how firewitchy her firstborn was before letting her do anything with hot glass - healing spells or no healing spells, getting burned is reportedly not fun - but now Carinna's allowed to play with the gooey warm stuff as much as she likes, provided she is careful not to get it under her fingernails where it would be hard to get out again. It's better than clay. It glows pretty - Carinna isn't firewitchy enough to heat it up again if it cools, but she can stick it in the fireplace and then pull it back out again whenever she likes. She sits on the floor next to Bella in Bella's workshop. Bella's making lenses. Carinna's making - something.
She thinks it's a pretty something! She holds it in place, covered in fingerprints and glowing bright, till it holds its own shape, and then she gets up and carries it out the door and runs around looking for Grandma Marianne. Where's Grandma Marianne?
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campanas
"I do!" says Marianne. "It's very pretty."
campanas
Meanwhile, Kiawen is a-prowling the castle. Tanalin has hidden and it is Kiawen's turn to seek. (They don't let Sherlock play anymore; they can tell when she's letting them win.)
carillons
Tanalin is so hidden. She is the hiddenest. No one has ever been hiddener.
(She's under the kitchen table. Sherlock is studiously ignoring her presence.)
(She's under the kitchen table. Sherlock is studiously ignoring her presence.)
campanas
Kiawen will think to try the kitchen eventually! Right now she is stalking through the north wing's attic.
She's pretty sure Tanalin's not in the attic.
She attempts to leave the attic.
She didn't know this was one of Bella's multiply-opening doors! Maybe Tanalin went in there.
She's pretty sure Tanalin's not in the attic.
She attempts to leave the attic.
She didn't know this was one of Bella's multiply-opening doors! Maybe Tanalin went in there.
sicaria
Tanalin did not go in there.
Sherlock apparently did. ...Except that this person is not really Sherlock. She looks a lot like Sherlock, but she is wearing a long swirly blue dress and she hasn't noticed Kiawen at all. Sherlock never fails to notice her children unless explicitly instructed otherwise.
Sherlock apparently did. ...Except that this person is not really Sherlock. She looks a lot like Sherlock, but she is wearing a long swirly blue dress and she hasn't noticed Kiawen at all. Sherlock never fails to notice her children unless explicitly instructed otherwise.
campanas
Kiawen peers at her. She's not Tony, either. She is not making a Tony face.
Huh.
Kiawen continues to investigate this person from a polite distance.
Huh.
Kiawen continues to investigate this person from a polite distance.
sicaria
"Yes?" says the person, looking at Kiawen.
That is definitely a Sherlock face.
campanas
Kiawen grins at her, and claps her hands, and says: "Guess, guess!"
sicaria
Sherlock looks at her.
"Do you," she inquires, "by any chance, have a mother named Sherlock?"
"Do you," she inquires, "by any chance, have a mother named Sherlock?"
sicaria
"I see," says Sherlock. "Just a moment."
She goes to the door. She opens the door.
[I have found a small child claiming to be our daughter,] she informs Shell Bell. [Please come and meet her.]
She goes to the door. She opens the door.
[I have found a small child claiming to be our daughter,] she informs Shell Bell. [Please come and meet her.]
she_sells_seashells
[...By our daughter, you mean our alts? Because if I forked again... I'm on my way.]
campanas
"That's not the attic," Kiawen observes of the space beyond the door.
And, when Shell Bell appears:
"That's not Bella!"
And, when Shell Bell appears:
"That's not Bella!"
she_sells_seashells
"I'm not," agrees Shell Bell, stepping into Milliways. "Hi there. What's your name?"