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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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Etty comes to dinner.
She eats.
She folds her hands in her lap and looks at them and pretends not to exist.
She eats.
She folds her hands in her lap and looks at them and pretends not to exist.
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Of course he does.
Etty - does not feel quite so overwhelmingly compelled to flee the castle, although she still wants to be out of this room.
She starts wandering the halls. Opening doors. (She checks rooms for library status before she goes into them.)
Etty - does not feel quite so overwhelmingly compelled to flee the castle, although she still wants to be out of this room.
She starts wandering the halls. Opening doors. (She checks rooms for library status before she goes into them.)
None of the doors that she can open are libraries; none of the doors that she can't open set her on fire when she tries them.
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Is there anything else interesting? (A book left in a non-library, perhaps? Etty sorely misses reading books.)
Big, imposing halls. Empty rooms. Rooms full of old furniture with cobwebs all over it. Rooms full of old furniture sans cobwebs.
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Etty wonders if she can find where the food comes from and take some of it. She's a little tired of fruit, and he doesn't feed her nightly.
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Of course not.
Etty goes out to the orchard, and finds her writing materials, and does her day's processing.
Etty goes out to the orchard, and finds her writing materials, and does her day's processing.
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She puts her scroll away, and -
Is remarkably bored, really.
She climbs a fruit tree, falls, hurts her foot, and chooses lower-hanging fruit, limping around, when she has room to put away more food.
She waits for Nona, if Nona should choose to come.
Is remarkably bored, really.
She climbs a fruit tree, falls, hurts her foot, and chooses lower-hanging fruit, limping around, when she has room to put away more food.
She waits for Nona, if Nona should choose to come.
