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Etty is awoken not by her transformation, but by her summons, a few minutes after dark. In her sleep, she drifted to shore; she's lying in human form - arm intact - half in and half out of the water when she feels it.
It's very insistent.
She cannot bring herself to move. She tries - she does; intellectually she knows it's the smart thing to do - but - she can't. Cannot get up and go to him.
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"I believe I mentioned people don't usually talk about one of your pastimes. They also don't tend to want witnesses."
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"...No. Not soon, anyway." Etty wraps her arms around her knees and one cold shiver runs through her.
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"I'd be terribly bored during daylight hours I couldn't spend sleeping otherwise," agrees Etty.
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Etty sighs and sits quietly. It appears to be their unspoken agreement that they don't discuss exactly what the Baron has done to either of them.
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It appears to be, yes.
Of course, the problem with unspoken agreements is that it's hard to be sure about them.
Of course, the problem with unspoken agreements is that it's hard to be sure about them.
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Etty's not going to be the first to volunteer.
She reaches a hand down to the dirt and starts drawing idle shapes.
She reaches a hand down to the dirt and starts drawing idle shapes.
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Etty pauses, and thinks, and then reaches out to pet Nona's hair. Gently and quite chastely.
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Etty's arm being tired is the least of her worries. She'll stop if the curse - or Nona - stops approving, or when the operative arm becomes a wing.