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Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
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pen_is_wow
darkest_evening
"This way," he says, and he goes to a different door than the one he came from, and ushers the eight year old through.
It's one of the night ones. One of the prettiest of them.
He leads her to his house. It is surprisingly small, but very magic, in lots of subtle ways.
It's one of the night ones. One of the prettiest of them.
He leads her to his house. It is surprisingly small, but very magic, in lots of subtle ways.
pen_is_wow
She mostly doesn't notice them.
Although her outfit has no sleeves, she is unbothered by the cold, not even putting her wings around herself.
Although her outfit has no sleeves, she is unbothered by the cold, not even putting her wings around herself.
darkest_evening
The man notices this, but he doesn't comment.
The inside of the house is very magic, in lots of unsubtle ways. There's various inscrutable magical gadgetry and fancy magical lights that flicker on automatically and a load of other weird things. The man makes tea by making a 'go on' motion to what looks to be a magic tea kettle, and it obligingly starts heating itself up. By magic. Because of course it does.
While the water's boiling, the man sits down in a comfy chair. There isn't a seat suitable for someone with angel wings nearby, but he retrieves one with a casual wave, and it comes over and sets itself down nearby so that the eight year old may sit.
"All right, I'll look for your mommy first. Is she likely to react badly to someone scrying her?"
The inside of the house is very magic, in lots of unsubtle ways. There's various inscrutable magical gadgetry and fancy magical lights that flicker on automatically and a load of other weird things. The man makes tea by making a 'go on' motion to what looks to be a magic tea kettle, and it obligingly starts heating itself up. By magic. Because of course it does.
While the water's boiling, the man sits down in a comfy chair. There isn't a seat suitable for someone with angel wings nearby, but he retrieves one with a casual wave, and it comes over and sets itself down nearby so that the eight year old may sit.
"All right, I'll look for your mommy first. Is she likely to react badly to someone scrying her?"
darkest_evening
"Is she likely to turn me into a little smear of mage paste for scaring her?"
darkest_evening
"Oh good. I do so like not being mage paste. Then with your permission, I'll try to scry her."
darkest_evening
He gets a far-away look in his eyes.
"Long brown hair, speckled wings, some sort of leather clothing. Talking to a very similar-looking young woman with a crown, in... Some kind of city on an ocean. Sound familiar?"
"Long brown hair, speckled wings, some sort of leather clothing. Talking to a very similar-looking young woman with a crown, in... Some kind of city on an ocean. Sound familiar?"
darkest_evening
"I'm unfamiliar with the name. Mmm. Let me just..." He makes a little illusion. It's not too expensive, and it's important to verify that he's got the correct person.
There is Pen's mother. Tiny and slightly transparent and talking to someone that isn't there.
There is Pen's mother. Tiny and slightly transparent and talking to someone that isn't there.
darkest_evening
"Glad I found her, then," he says, and he dismisses the illusion. He rubs the bridge of his nose. "Good news. I know where she is. Bad news, she's - uh, likely too far away for me to just take you there myself. Mm. I might be able to work out how to send a message or something if you think she can get here on her own, but transportation would take a while."
pen_is_wow
"She talking Shell Bell maybe, who can do things for Milliways door," says Pen. "Maybe could be find me. But did not could find the ones Mommies who going awful Janebreaker world..."
darkest_evening
Her no-named magical helper person nods. "Then I'll try for communication first, then, working together is sort of helpful for these sorts of things."
darkest_evening
"Excellent idea. Which gem on your mother's person is Jane's?"
darkest_evening
"I'll check both."
He gets to checking both. One is an ordinary gem, the other... Is not.
There is another half to it, he can tell, but when he tries to locate it, it's - he flinches back, blinking and trying to clear his vision. That was the most spectacular failure of a scry he has ever seen. Briefly. Before he was momentarily blinded. Okay. The other gem is unaccountable, and also, ow.
"Is Jane in Milliways?" he asks, on a hunch, rubbing his eyes.
He gets to checking both. One is an ordinary gem, the other... Is not.
There is another half to it, he can tell, but when he tries to locate it, it's - he flinches back, blinking and trying to clear his vision. That was the most spectacular failure of a scry he has ever seen. Briefly. Before he was momentarily blinded. Okay. The other gem is unaccountable, and also, ow.
"Is Jane in Milliways?" he asks, on a hunch, rubbing his eyes.
darkest_evening
"Wherever she is, I can't scry it. That's what that dramatic flinching was."
darkest_evening
"That is likely it," he agrees. "I might be able to find the other gems if I'm sneaky, though, even without tracing them back to the source.
He does tricksy things. They are so very tricksy. The ticksiest, in fact.
"Ha. I am very clever. I think I found your other mommies. They're all pretty far away, but one's closer than the others. Want an illusion of her?"
He does tricksy things. They are so very tricksy. The ticksiest, in fact.
"Ha. I am very clever. I think I found your other mommies. They're all pretty far away, but one's closer than the others. Want an illusion of her?"