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Promise is on her way home when she hears something just about crashing through the woods. What could that be?
She lands in a nearby tree, relaxes her wings, and peers at the source of the sound.
imeanforever
imeanforever
"I doubt you have anything exactly like anything in my kitchen, where you're from."
If he wants something milklike he will have to ask.
If he wants something milklike he will have to ask.
castmyown
"Prrrrobably not," he agrees. "Um. Do you have - something to help with - that much spice or - something?"
imeanforever
"Do you not like spicy things? Here -" She fetches berries, still on a vine, and feeds him one. It's not exactly milky, but it tastes cold and smooth.
castmyown
He eats those, gratefully.
"They're fine, that just - caught me by surprise. Later they'll be fine, I think, but - right now I feel very oversensitive to any kind of flavor."
"They're fine, that just - caught me by surprise. Later they'll be fine, I think, but - right now I feel very oversensitive to any kind of flavor."
imeanforever
"Right - that makes sense. How about you finish this," she gestures at the bowl, "with however many berries in between bites you need, and then I'll give you another candied dewdrop and go foraging now I'm feeding three mouths instead of one?"
imeanforever
Promise shrugs. "Watching you starve wasn't my idea of a good time."
She feeds him the rest of the glop, plus a berry whenever he likes, and then gives him another dewdrop - this one he may bite if he likes, which results in it ceasing abruptly to be solid and discharging its entire payload of intense refreshing water taste all in one go - and then goes out, but not before saying:
"I really really don't recommend leaving. It could have been worse than quicksand."
She feeds him the rest of the glop, plus a berry whenever he likes, and then gives him another dewdrop - this one he may bite if he likes, which results in it ceasing abruptly to be solid and discharging its entire payload of intense refreshing water taste all in one go - and then goes out, but not before saying:
"I really really don't recommend leaving. It could have been worse than quicksand."
imeanforever
"I can order you to stay put if you need me to, but I'd rather not, because I might not think of all the contingencies that could have you needing to be out of the tree."
imeanforever
"Okay. I shouldn't be more than a couple hours. I'll check the gate again on my way out."
She checks the gate. Not yet. She goes foraging and comes back with her basket full of dew and berries and nuts and roots and edible flowers and strips of delicious tree bark.
She checks the gate. Not yet. She goes foraging and comes back with her basket full of dew and berries and nuts and roots and edible flowers and strips of delicious tree bark.
castmyown
Ted recovers from near-starvation slowly, but goes back to studying magic soon enough. Because it's magic, and he wants to learn more about it. Even if he's going to leave eventually and the knowledge will be utterly useless to him, it could still be useful while he's here. And it's not like he's got anything better to do. So, study, study, study.
imeanforever
The gate takes a week to settle on Forks. Promise flutters back from her after-waking check and says:
"The gate's working. You can go home now."
"The gate's working. You can go home now."
morethanimaginary
"Thank fuck," says Fred, darting up. "I was about to start ripping my own hair out from boredom."
castmyown
"That would have been a messy cleanup," says her brother in a deadpan. "Hair, everywhere."
morethanimaginary
"You're welcome!"
Fred follows, excited to head home. "Not that your food isn't great, but - dad's probably freaking the hell out. Also, quicksand and being stuck in a house for like - a month."
Fred follows, excited to head home. "Not that your food isn't great, but - dad's probably freaking the hell out. Also, quicksand and being stuck in a house for like - a month."
castmyown
"Nevermind the more dangerous things here."
Ted is feeling very snarky today. It's rather fun.
Ted is feeling very snarky today. It's rather fun.
imeanforever
"You are, I assure you, welcome to go back to mortal-world and eat whatever it is you usually eat. Please do not chuck random mortals through my gate, I will feel responsible for them."
castmyown
"We are not going to chuck random mortals through your gate," promises Ted, solemnly. "Even with you as nice and hospitable as you are. It would be really mean to everyone involved and I'm pretty sure you're excited to get us out of your house by now."
imeanforever
"Mostly Fred. You're a much more agreeable houseguest and have not fallen into quicksand and needed rescuing even once."
imeanforever
"For rescuing you from quicksand?" says Promise. "You're welcome. Well - here's the gate."
It is, now that it's working, very pretty - sort of pearlescent and shimmering, an arch just tall enough for a full-sized human to step through, wildflowers already starting to wind around the places where it touches the ground. There is a curtain hanging from the arch, which looks filmy and thin and translucent while conveying absolutely no real information about what's on the other side of it.
It is, now that it's working, very pretty - sort of pearlescent and shimmering, an arch just tall enough for a full-sized human to step through, wildflowers already starting to wind around the places where it touches the ground. There is a curtain hanging from the arch, which looks filmy and thin and translucent while conveying absolutely no real information about what's on the other side of it.