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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
iamnotpolaris
Library! And then window! Emily hops out first, on the off chance that something goes wrong and Pen needs catching. Not likely, but better safe than sorry.
pen_is_wow
Hop!
Pen catches herself just fine, snapping her wings open to full span. Her bracelets and the opal embedded in her forearm glint in the sun.
Pen catches herself just fine, snapping her wings open to full span. Her bracelets and the opal embedded in her forearm glint in the sun.
iamnotpolaris
"...I assume the sparkly rock in your arm is perfectly normal in some way and not to be worried about at all?" she checks. Because you can never be too careful about the well-being of a small child.
iamnotpolaris
"Just checking."
Flying! Flying never gets old.
Emily can probably pull a few swoopy tricks that involve turning on too sharp a corner for Pen's wings.
Flying! Flying never gets old.
Emily can probably pull a few swoopy tricks that involve turning on too sharp a corner for Pen's wings.
iamnotpolaris
Pen's timezone of origin isn't this one, is it. It was a little after noon when she arrived. When is she likely to want to go to bed?
pen_is_wow
She is flagging already. But not so much that she can't fly for a while! She is so awake. Watch her soar. Watch her nearly crash into the building, whoops.
pen_is_wow
"Yeahaaaaaa," yawns Pen. "Am fine, am safed. Don't even skinned knees any more because very especially not liking it."
iamnotpolaris
"That's good, but I imagine that still wouldn't have been pleasant. Should we go inside? The sky will still be there tomorrow."
Luckily, someone took care of the bed issue while they were out. There are four of the narrow beds lined up next to each other and covered with a pile of pillows and blankets.
pen_is_wow
"Stories good if knowing good stories."
Then again, this is coming from the girl who apparently grew up on tales of interdimensional adventure with magic and nukes and afterlives.
Then again, this is coming from the girl who apparently grew up on tales of interdimensional adventure with magic and nukes and afterlives.
pen_is_wow
"Stories where lot of things happen! And things blowing up! And magic! And creatures! And going places where a lot of stuff!"
iamnotpolaris
"Hmm. Well, let's see what I can do."
She thinks for a minute.
"Once upon a time there was a very evil sorcerer. He went around arresting people, because he worked for a very evil king who liked people to be as firmly under his thumb as he could manage.
One day, the king sent him to arrest a little family in a cottage in the woods, because they were happy and carefree and not cowering in terror before him. But when he arrived and did scary magic to make them afraid of him, the couple's son accidentally did magic at him in self-defense."
She pauses for a moment to see if Pen has any commentary.
She thinks for a minute.
"Once upon a time there was a very evil sorcerer. He went around arresting people, because he worked for a very evil king who liked people to be as firmly under his thumb as he could manage.
One day, the king sent him to arrest a little family in a cottage in the woods, because they were happy and carefree and not cowering in terror before him. But when he arrived and did scary magic to make them afraid of him, the couple's son accidentally did magic at him in self-defense."
She pauses for a moment to see if Pen has any commentary.
pen_is_wow
Pen has flumphed onto the bed on her front, wings splayed out and head turned to the side to listen attentively. "What kind magic?"
iamnotpolaris
"The magic the boy did wasn't trained, so it was just a burst of energy," Emily explained. "The sorcerer had little gestures and herbs that he would use to make magic do things instead of just fizzing out everywhere. They didn't have any other type of magic in that kingdom, so it was just called magic."
iamnotpolaris
"So the sorcerer decided then and there to make the boy his apprentice. His evil apprentice, to carry on his legacy of evil when he was gone, because the sorcerer wasn't smart enough to spend his time researching ways to not die of old age. Naturally, the boy wasn't at all interested, but the sorcerer threatened the boy's parents until he was forced to comply.
Every day, the sorcerer would teach the boy evil magics and assign him tasks while he was out arresting people. And every night, the boy would sneak out of bed and read what books the sorcerer had on magic that wasn't totally evil."
Every day, the sorcerer would teach the boy evil magics and assign him tasks while he was out arresting people. And every night, the boy would sneak out of bed and read what books the sorcerer had on magic that wasn't totally evil."
iamnotpolaris
"One day, when the boy was sufficiently confident in his proficiency with not-evil magic, he ran away from the sorcerer's tower while the sorcerer was out arresting someone. He flew to his family's home in the forest.
His parents were overjoyed to see him again, but he could stay with them only long enough to layer them in magic protections and send them somewhere safer, because the sorcerer was not only evil, but proud and greedy, and the boy knew that he would never allow him to slip his grasp. So he needed to defeat the sorcerer once and for all, and probably the king too for good measure."
His parents were overjoyed to see him again, but he could stay with them only long enough to layer them in magic protections and send them somewhere safer, because the sorcerer was not only evil, but proud and greedy, and the boy knew that he would never allow him to slip his grasp. So he needed to defeat the sorcerer once and for all, and probably the king too for good measure."