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Time goes by. Shura's mother lets her cut a cloudpine branch, and she and Helen go flying together.
Helen celebrates her eighth birthday by baking all her favourite people a cake again. And then she goes away with Kas, to Iceland and Russia and back by way of Alaska.
When they fly in, Kas on Petaal's cloudpine and Helen on her own, Helen is wearing blue jeans and a pink T-shirt.
Helen celebrates her eighth birthday by baking all her favourite people a cake again. And then she goes away with Kas, to Iceland and Russia and back by way of Alaska.
When they fly in, Kas on Petaal's cloudpine and Helen on her own, Helen is wearing blue jeans and a pink T-shirt.
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"Hi, Kaydi!" says Helen, hopping off her cloudpine with a wave. (She is still witchily barefoot.) Then she takes another look.
"...What's wrong?"
"...What's wrong?"
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"Uh... felt like it," says Helen, looking down at her clothes and up at Kaydi with a quizzical expression.
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"I am a witch," says Helen. "And I'm dressed like this."
Kalavar perches on her shoulder as a condor.
Kalavar perches on her shoulder as a condor.
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"I am a witch," Helen insists, scowling unhappily. "No matter what I do with my clothes."
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Helen turns away and hugs Kas. Kalavar flutters to Petaal's shoulder, where Petaal strokes her feathers.
There are piles and piles of old letters; the place hasn't been touched in decades.
And—
A boy with a face like Kas's but none of Kas's witchlike agelessness - he looks about sixteen or seventeen - appears out of thin air in one of the spare rooms. He's wearing some kind of unfamiliar uniform that looks both futuristic and military.
"Holy shit," he says, staring around at the abandoned house. "How long has it even been?"
And—
A boy with a face like Kas's but none of Kas's witchlike agelessness - he looks about sixteen or seventeen - appears out of thin air in one of the spare rooms. He's wearing some kind of unfamiliar uniform that looks both futuristic and military.
"Holy shit," he says, staring around at the abandoned house. "How long has it even been?"