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Promise is on her way from the library, where she has been allowed the privilege of an hour's study of sorcery - directed in topic, but she was allowed to take (relevant) notes, and read (relevant) books, and was only lightly supervised.
Thorn sometimes likes to butter her up, such as it is, before calling her to his room. She thinks he's running elaborate multivariable experiments on what puts her in a marginally more or less cooperative mood. The obvious confounding factor is that after having been buttered up she has to walk to his room. Also, on this particular occasion, she was not allowed to heal herself of her (relatively minor, but still painful) injuries before she went to the library. She did her research with shredded wing-edges and a black eye and an almost decorative crosshatch of bright red cuts down the backs of her legs. This is Thorn, so it wasn't thoughtlessness, but she hasn't speculated much on what it is instead, besides - Thorn.
She walks carefully -
There's a ripple in the air. She walks right into it.
And then she is elsewhere. She can no longer make meaningful progress towards her appointment, so she stops walking. Her eyes flick left, right -
Well. It would be hard for this to be worse.
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imeanforever
bright_and_beautiful
Jenny blinks at her confusedly- the fairy's response doesn't follow, in Jenny's head. Does the fact that she wasn't consulted make the way her world was created better? Maybe she's just young? At least Jenny can tell people her name without becoming Ella Enchanted.
"How new is new?"
"How new is new?"
imeanforever
"I don't know exactly. I think I was about... twelve years old, maybe, when Thorn got me. It's been longer than that since. I'm probably still less than a hundred."
bright_and_beautiful
"Huh, okay. You'd be a full blown adult here, driver's license and voting and all that jazz, but I guess you do live waaaay longer."
bright_and_beautiful
Oops, was that an insult or something? Jenny is getting the feeling she keeps accidentally saying the wrong thing. "Sorry, sorry, not what I meant! Just, the 'new' thing. To us you're not that new? That's all."
bright_and_beautiful
"Well, either way. I still have no idea how Fairyland theology works. You have to ask other fairies, I guess."
bright_and_beautiful
"I can bring you to church, if you want?" Jenny offers uncertainly. "If you can hide the wings and avoid names?"
bright_and_beautiful
"Experience God for yourself, if you want. You don't seem to have one. I like church; it's peaceful and comforting and friendly. I don't accomplish things in church, exactly, it just makes me feel happy."
imeanforever
"It's probably intractable to avoid names," Promise points out. "And hiding my wings while they're shredded sounds very uncomfortable. When you say 'experience' what do you mean?"
bright_and_beautiful
Jenny giggles. "Not in an interactive way. We sing, and say prayers, and read from the Bible, and stuff like that. It makes me feel closer to Him. Not everyone gets it," and Promise sounds like she probably wouldn't, "and I'm hardly going to make you go. There's no point if you're not actually interested. But you were asking a lot of questions about God, and church is usually where those get answered, so, I thought I'd offer."
imeanforever
"...How does the singing part help with making any of it make sense?"
bright_and_beautiful
"I'm not great at describing it," Jenny admits. "Something about lots of people singing together, and pretty harmonies, and beautiful music, and 'feeling connected and together and part of something larger than yourself.' And yes," she adds wryly, "I stole that quote from Father O'Brien. Like I said, with me and describing things."
bright_and_beautiful
"No big, your call," Jenny says, accepting this with a philosophical shrug. Evangelizing is very not her speed. "Do you-"
A hand appears through the door, holding two bags of nuts and a mixed bag of vegetables. "Thanks sweetheart!" Jenny calls out to Anne, relaying the food offer to Promise. "These look any better?"
A hand appears through the door, holding two bags of nuts and a mixed bag of vegetables. "Thanks sweetheart!" Jenny calls out to Anne, relaying the food offer to Promise. "These look any better?"
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