Edie was perusing the latest correspondence from her fork. She still should have been paying enough attention to realize that the door didn't go where it ought before it swung shut and she couldn't sense anyone else anymore, but she wasn't.
After opening and closing the door a couple times to make sure she hadn't just been abducted somehow, she looks around.
He needs people. It's funny because he doesn't seek them out - like, Maitimo needs people, so he's extremely sociable, Macalaurë needs people, so he writes them heartbreakingly beautiful things, but my father needs people to support him and trust him and love him and value him other than for the things he produces and he copes with that by - producing more things. And people value those for their beauty or cleverness or whatever and then aggressively idealize their inventor onto a narrower and narrower pedestal -
Yeah.
...we're almost certainly gonna come out of this with an interdimensional travel mechanism, you can go to Limbo and make it really nice for everyone there....
I'm in favor, she says, taking one of his hands and kissing the knuckles.
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"So...up four flights, or five?" Edie asks, folding her wings to make going up a stairwell less obstructed.
"Dunno." He checks. "Four. If there're other people here I feel vaguely obliged to at some point say hi, ask if they happen to have a magic system that's shareable - Huan, want to stay down in the bar and let me know if anyone promising has come by -"
Huan shakes himself agreeably.
"Yeah, I don't think going door-to-door is going to do us much good."
"That'd be rude and Bar might kick us out or something which would be a disaster."
"Also, if our number is any indication, there's a hella lot of doors."
"Maybe if in a few centuries my father hasn't gotten anywhere and we're desperate."
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