"I do not want to be famous!" says Junia.

"Does anyone else know that you do not currently match?" asks Isabella. "Who would have to be asked to keep the secret - is it only those of us in this room?"

Isabella smiles, and hugs her back.

Keziah squirms and smiles.

"I don't understand," murmurs Junia's mother. "Everyone says that with Ithiel, you went up, you prayed."

"I did those things," says Isabella, "but I didn't have to."

Junia detaches herself from Isabella and turns to hug Keziah instead.

Keziah is perfectly thrilled!

Junia lets go of Keziah and says, "I did not know that magic was a thing."

"Most people don't. My family does, and the oracle Alleluia and her family, and a few of my friends. And now you. Eventually everyone will know, but I want to take it slowly."

Junia nods.

"But if you ever need anything else, you can ask me, or my husband - or if it's something little, Keziah and her big sister Damaris can do a little bit of magic."

"How much is a little bit?" inquires Junia.

"I can do small things, and not too many at once before I have to go back to Mom or Dad to get more magic," says Keziah. "Uuuum, I fixed the window in the big choir room? Mark thought John did it and John thought Mark did it but it was really me."

"That is magic," Junia says thoughtfully.

"Yeah!" says Keziah. "My mom can fix anything, that's what I meant. So - so now you can stay."

"Yes," says Junia. She blushes slightly. "I wonder what I will say to - to - I forget who I told that I was leaving."

"Provided you didn't tell them why, it should be fairly simple to simply say that your plans changed."

"I am not good at - saying. Things. To people," says Junia, wings drooping.

"I can tell if you want," volunteers Keziah, "if anyone asks."

She nods hesitantly.