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Kas is sadder, after Inkeri's prophecy. And it gets worse as time goes on. The closer they get to Isabella's return, the more it hurts.
He tries to do the best he can for Helen regardless. Helen, in turn, hugs him a lot and doesn't fuss when he cries on her. They make a good team that way.
He tries to do the best he can for Helen regardless. Helen, in turn, hugs him a lot and doesn't fuss when he cries on her. They make a good team that way.
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"You are lurking," Helen informs her, and smiles. "Think any interesting thoughts lately?"
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"Good question!" says Helen. "If you were at the north pole, would you be at the northiest north because there wasn't any more north to go to, or the southiest south because it's south any way you point, or both? And would the magnetic poles do the same thing or is it the geographic ones that are important? What if you were on the moon?"
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"Witches should go to the moon," Helen asserts. "When I grow up if nobody else has I'll do it."
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Helen bounces happily.
Kalavar leaps from her shoulder as a dragon, then circles them as a teratorn. There's hardly room for her to stretch her wings without tugging on the bond a little.
"I wanna go flying," says the enormous bird. She shifts species subtly, once and then again—her wingspan in this last form is massive, twenty feet or more. "I wanna - oh."
The massive black bird lands on the ground beside Helen and preens her hair with a beak longer than her hand. Standing up, not stretching, Kalavar in this form is a good six inches taller than her human.
"I think - I think I'm done," says Kalavar. "I think I found it. What we're supposed to be. I think I settled."
Kalavar leaps from her shoulder as a dragon, then circles them as a teratorn. There's hardly room for her to stretch her wings without tugging on the bond a little.
"I wanna go flying," says the enormous bird. She shifts species subtly, once and then again—her wingspan in this last form is massive, twenty feet or more. "I wanna - oh."
The massive black bird lands on the ground beside Helen and preens her hair with a beak longer than her hand. Standing up, not stretching, Kalavar in this form is a good six inches taller than her human.
"I think - I think I'm done," says Kalavar. "I think I found it. What we're supposed to be. I think I settled."