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Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.
"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."
"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."
"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."
The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off, bracing to fight yet another city-destroying monster, and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.
...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.
Near the Golden Coven capital, in Aurum
Near Savarasse, in Thilanushinyel
Near Whately Academy
With Unbitwise
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witchwatcher
her_imperial_radiance
"You might be able to get along in Sweden or Finland with Suomic, with some difficulty. The others don't match anything."
witchwatcher
"Do any wolves know the languages for Sweden and Finland? If not, I'd better just stay in America, which I'm beginning to suspect is this world's Liberion."
her_imperial_radiance
"I think Brooke picked up a little but not really enough. America's easy," says Kelly.
witchwatcher
"I probably don't officially exist here. I don't think my Witch registration counts in a world that's never heard of them. Can the Golden Coven take care of that?"
witchwatcher
"Then all I have to worry about right now is which new kind of food to try next. Be right back."
She goes and makes a chicken taco.
She goes and makes a chicken taco.
There is a wolf at the fixings table putting salsa on a heap of shredded pork. He offers her the salsa spoon.
Then he double-takes at her face.
Then he double-takes at her face.
witchwatcher
She applies salsa and hands it back, then turns to go back to her table.
"Um," says the wolf. "Um, I."
witchwatcher
She spins. "Huh? ...Oh, shit. Well, I did say I didn't mind the risk of imprinting. I... I'm Grendyne Nylund."
"I-I'm Shawn."
witchwatcher
"Well, come sit down with me if you're done making that taco?"
She waits if he's not, then goes over to Jake and Elspeth and Kelly and says, "Kelly, I think Shawn is going to be my guide."
She waits if he's not, then goes over to Jake and Elspeth and Kelly and says, "Kelly, I think Shawn is going to be my guide."
"Ooooh. Okay. Shawn. What the fuck were you even doing in here, the Princess warned everybody," says Kelly.
"I wanted tacos!"
"You're twelve!"
"I'm thirteen!"
"That's not better! You should have been home -"
"All we have is tuna and peanut butter!"
"Christ, Shawn, you're thirteen."
witchwatcher
"Bloody hell. This is like when I joined the UDF all over again. Thirteen is a hell of an age for life-changing events."
"I wanted tacos," Shawn says, looking at her pleadingly. It is very important to Shawn that she forgive him.
witchwatcher
"It's not your fault, exactly, not any more than it's my fault. Just an unfortunate coincidence of both of us deciding to take particular risks. Nothing to do about it but push forward."
Nod nod.
"Anyway, he can't exactly bring you to Ireland," says Kelly.
"Can too. I pass for twenty-five in public like anybody else and I know what airports look like and everything."
"Jacob, talk some sense into -"
"Gren," says Jacob, "do you think you need an adult along? Shawn can probably do things like tell you what stuff is, and you could retain phone access to the Coven."
"Anyway, he can't exactly bring you to Ireland," says Kelly.
"Can too. I pass for twenty-five in public like anybody else and I know what airports look like and everything."
"Jacob, talk some sense into -"
"Gren," says Jacob, "do you think you need an adult along? Shawn can probably do things like tell you what stuff is, and you could retain phone access to the Coven."
witchwatcher
"It would probably be for the best to have someone else. I don't want to cause any... Incidents, and thirteen-year-old-me might have. Better safe than sorry, sorry Shawn."
"I'll go with you," nods Kelly. "Chaperone, as it were."
"Kelly," says Shawn.
"Suck it up, kiddo, you're embarrassing yourself in front of Gren."
Shawn bites his lip.
"Kelly," says Shawn.
"Suck it up, kiddo, you're embarrassing yourself in front of Gren."
Shawn bites his lip.
witchwatcher
"I may as well say now that I'm not particularly romantically inclined. Haven't had much time to think about that sort of thing, between fighting Neuroi and patrol missions and so on."
"That's okay," says Shawn. "Whatever you want is good."
witchwatcher
"Well right now what I want is to go fly for a bit. Helps me think. My steelwing will seat two, if you'd like, Shawn?"
"That sounds awesome!"
"What will happen if he abruptly turns into a horse-sized wolf?" asks Kelly.
"I won't! I have it under control!"
"And if you're wrong and the answer is 'the thing crashes and Gren -'"
"Okay okay okay sorry."
"What will happen if he abruptly turns into a horse-sized wolf?" asks Kelly.
"I won't! I have it under control!"
"And if you're wrong and the answer is 'the thing crashes and Gren -'"
"Okay okay okay sorry."
witchwatcher
"You might fall off? I can do telekinesis for thirty seconds no problem. With that much weight I can't keep flying but I can still make a soft landing. There is the problem of aerial objects being unusually visible, though. I get the impression that... All this... Is a secret from most humans?"
"It is, yeah. You should be all right if you go out to sea a bit in a boat and fly over the ocean," Kelly says. "You could also move to Quebec if you like the cold, lots of overland wilderness nobody's looking at to fly around in, permanent wolf village."
"You don't have to worry about me, wolves are really tough, I'd be fine," Shawn chirps.
"You don't have to worry about me, wolves are really tough, I'd be fine," Shawn chirps.