"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
"No problem. We can head the rest of the way to clan lands now, but we might not get there before we're tired. This -" Ranata points at a knot of fabric tied to her cloud-pine, next to her bow and quiver - "unfolds into a hammock I can hang from my branch, but just the one; how do you feel about sleeping outdoors?"
"Totally fine with it. If we're near any bushes I can even make them bed-shaped, though I don't care if I can't do that. Done it before, and now normal beds feel too soft. Like I'm going to sink through them to the earth or something."
Up, up and away!
She winds up calling it a night somewhere in Oregon. Aaaah, hammock.
Interestingly enough, she snores. Hopefully that won't be a problem.
That's fortunate, in two respects! Zeviana's a morning person, too. Now she doesn't have to wait around for a while for Ranata to get up out of politeness. Hurray, they can continue on their journey!
"I want to stop at my house and get Castarilan," says Ranata. "And have breakfast at home, why not - but then we can go to the clan."
"Sure, that's fine. Think we should phone my brother and see if he's up to translation spells or something? Unless you'd like to translate everything?"
"I'll call Isabella again if you like, but I don't mind helping if that's a better idea for some reason." She dials her child and hands the phone over.
"Hi! Is Adarin up or is he still dead to the world right now? I'm going to see if I can poke him for how to do his translation spell."
"He's maybe ten percent awake? Are you in a hurry? I can call back when he's had his tea."
She sounds like she's in a much better mood today than she was yesterday. The zoo was lots of fun!
Getting the rest of the way to Forks at top cloudpine speed doesn't take that long, and she lands on the doorstep and lets them into the house. Her hummingbird flies to cling to hair immediately.
If Charlie is present she waves and says hello, but of course he can't understand her. Ranata will be in charge of explanations.
Charlie (and by extension Kesathi) are at work; Ranata goes into the kitchen and whips up some French toast for the pair of them.
"And you're cute," Zeviana adds.
French toast! Delicious! "Thanks," says Zeviana graciously when it's made.
"You're welcome," says Ranata.
"Even if you're not a unicorn," teases Zeviana. Lecasryn snorts.
Ranata offers Zeviana strawberry syrup.
Strawberry syrup is taste-tested, and then approved of! "Thanks!"
Nom, nom. Nom nom.