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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.
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Kalavar stands in place and spreads her wings.
That is a lot of wing.
Helen looks at her thoughtfully.
That is a lot of wing.
Helen looks at her thoughtfully.
"I wonder if you could ride her," says Veravia.
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"I was just thinking that," says Helen.
"I bet you could!" says Kalavar. "I'm wondering how I'm going to get off the ground like this. I'm not sure I can jump high enough to get a wingbeat in; I might need a run-up. Or a good headwind."
"I bet you could!" says Kalavar. "I'm wondering how I'm going to get off the ground like this. I'm not sure I can jump high enough to get a wingbeat in; I might need a run-up. Or a good headwind."
"Sit on Helen's cloudpine," suggests Inkeri. "Get up that way."
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"I could manage that," Kalavar acknowledges. "I'll have to figure out something else for when I'm by myself, though."
Helen hugs her some more.
Helen hugs her some more.
"If the bird existed they must have had some way to do it," says Veravia. "Unless that is why they went extinct."
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"Well, they're extinct, so nobody's sure, but some people think they did use the wind," says Helen.
"Wind is useful," opines Inkeri.
"It may come in handy," agrees Inkeri.
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"It just might!"
She hugs her daemon. Kalavar's feathers are shiny and nice to touch.
She hugs her daemon. Kalavar's feathers are shiny and nice to touch.
"Are you worried about separating?" asks Inkeri.
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"We are, some," Kalavar admits.
"It's supposed to be easier for us or something," says Helen.
"But easier doesn't really mean easy," says Kalavar.
"It's supposed to be easier for us or something," says Helen.
"But easier doesn't really mean easy," says Kalavar.
"It doesn't," agrees Inkeri.
Veravia shakes his head as only owls can.
Veravia shakes his head as only owls can.
"We did it on the first try and it was not easier for us," says Veravia.
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Helen nods.
"I don't know how many tries it'll take us. I hope it's only one. It must be worse to have to do it a lot of times."
"I don't know how many tries it'll take us. I hope it's only one. It must be worse to have to do it a lot of times."
"That is part of how we did it on the first try," says Inkeri.
Inkeri shrugs.
The next morning, carrying bagged lunches and a length of white silk, Ranata collects her grandchild.
The next morning, carrying bagged lunches and a length of white silk, Ranata collects her grandchild.
Ranata instructs Helen in how to tie on the white silks - it's a simple tie, not used with the everyday black ones - and they go north.
Ranata lands at the edge of the waste.
Ranata lands at the edge of the waste.
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Kalavar lands a little ways along the edge; Helen lands beside her, and hugs her, and then starts walking.
"It hurts," Kalavar murmurs, pressing forward against the edge of the waste as far as she can.
"I know," Helen murmurs back. "Me too."
She keeps going.
"It hurts," Kalavar murmurs, pressing forward against the edge of the waste as far as she can.
"I know," Helen murmurs back. "Me too."
She keeps going.
Castarilan hovers close to Kalavar. "It'll be okay," he says.