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It's past dark, but when you need the outhouse, you need the outhouse.
Isabel picks her way across the yard of her father's house in the moonlight, hoping to sneak back into bed without waking him.
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growcrooked
It's sweet. She smiles.
Eventually, dawn comes, and the baron's daughter is cuddling a white swan with beautiful soft feathers.
Eventually, dawn comes, and the baron's daughter is cuddling a white swan with beautiful soft feathers.
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The transformation doesn't wake Etty; she sleeps a few hours longer.
And then she opens her eyes.
Being a swan is strange. It doesn't hurt - it doesn't feel like she's been mangled into this shape - but it's not fully natural either; she's the bird equivalent of an infant who can't find her toes. (Though she is a grown swan, not a cygnet. She figures this out in the course of learning how to operate her spectacularly flexible neck; her wings and feet are quite pinned in the cuddling.)
And then she opens her eyes.
Being a swan is strange. It doesn't hurt - it doesn't feel like she's been mangled into this shape - but it's not fully natural either; she's the bird equivalent of an infant who can't find her toes. (Though she is a grown swan, not a cygnet. She figures this out in the course of learning how to operate her spectacularly flexible neck; her wings and feet are quite pinned in the cuddling.)
mute_pen
She really is very pretty.
Etty bends her neck every which way, which takes a long while given all the options, and then she starts trying to extract a wing.
Etty bends her neck every which way, which takes a long while given all the options, and then she starts trying to extract a wing.
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With her wings out, Etty manages to fumble her way across the bed so she won't disturb the baron's daughter as she experiments with the new joints and the sensation of wind resistance when she moves. Her feet also take some figuring; the knees bend the wrong way and she's got the wrong number of toes.
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Etty's pretty sure she can't really walk, let alone fly - though she's definitely going to try flying, soon - and she turns her head in the direction of the door.
growcrooked
"Okay."
She walks over and picks Etty up, and then she carries her out of the room and down the tower stairs.
She walks over and picks Etty up, and then she carries her out of the room and down the tower stairs.
mute_pen
Etty nestles comfortably in her arms for this trip. But halfway down the stairs she finds her voice and peeps a soft swan noise.
mute_pen
Can swans give withering looks? This one is going to try. She cannot answer the question. But she can lift her head up and look over the baron's daughter's shoulder back the way they came.
mute_pen
Etty looks up at her. Surely she can just make two trips if she can make one? But she can't ask.
mute_pen
Etty nods and settles her head on her own back for the ride. (It's kind of fun to do that once she's gotten over the concern that she will injure herself doing it.)