:Okay, I'm done! And, um, invisible, I forgot to mention that part. It just works that way. But I can pick stuff up to give a sort of broad outline of where I am?:

She picks up all her feathers and some sticks and rocks and stuff and holds them close to her body. She's...big. Very big. Literally-outgrew-her-house-when-she-was-sixteen-and-that-was-two-years-ago-now big. About the size of a barn, but much rounder. 

Goodness. Savil...does not swear out loud or in Mindspeech, though behind her shields a creative stream of curse-words is happening. 

:That works: she sends, calmly. :We...ought to be able to avoid bumping you, if we give you some, er, personal space: How is she holding all of those things at once, that would take more than a reasonable number of hands. Savil doesn't ask. It might be rude. :And your brother?: she sends instead. 

:Um, he's not as strong as me so he can't help much with the basilisk. But I can wake him up if you want to explain things while I do that.: One by one, the wyrsa raise into the air and then disappear into the area demarcated by feathers and sticks and rocks. In between there are chewing and crunching noises. :As long as he has all this clothes and his coat on he mostly looks like a human but bigger.:

:Er, if he needs more rest that's fine, we're not in a huge hurry or anything:

:He has to sleep sometime but he doesn't need quite as much sleep as a normal human so I wouldn't for no reason but if there's a reason it should probably be okay.:

Savil thinks for a moment. :Hmm. There's a more secure place to camp: very convenient that Starwind and Moondance know the area so well, :but it's far enough that to reach it before dark we ought to leave soon. Er, unless the two of you can move much faster than a human on foot: She had been assuming their new travel companions would slow them down. Actually that's not at all obvious. 

:I can! And I can carry him.:

:Ah. And we can travel quickly if the Companions carry us double. It's no hurry, then. We can either depart later or make an early camp tonight: 

She's still trying to contain the general overwhelming level of confusion.

:I hafta eat the rest of the basilisk but I could run back here from a farther-off campsite while everyone else is asleep,: Lucy muses. 

:...I would prefer to leave here sooner rather than later: Savil admits. :The smell here is, er, rather distressing: 

:Okay.: 

The bearskin of the makeshift tent rustles as she reaches in to shake her brother awake.

"Hnnn...?"

"Some people found us and they caught me doing not-human stuff and they know what I am but they're not scared or violent and they said they'd take us to civilization but they're moving farther tonight so we're moving now." 

"Oh. Alright." 

He crawls out of the tent and stands up. 

His most notable feature is the fact that upright, he stands about ten feet tall. 

Much, much less obvious, but still apparent if you know what to look for, is the fact that even under the concealing drape of his long, bulky overcoat, his legs don't move quite right. 

Lucy quickly gathers her feathers and their books and stuffs the books back in the book bag and wraps it and the feathers in the bearskin and then with a different set of tentacles picks up the bones. Her brother she places on top of herself so that he can grip the bases of some tentacles and ride instead of just being carried. 

:Ready!:

It's all a pretty disconcerting sight, but Savil's seen a lot in her forty-ish years as a Herald, she can keep her face impassive. :All right, let's go: She mounts her Companion, lets Starwind hop up behind her, while Vanyel and Moondance get up on Yfandes. :Er, if you've got questions, you can ask them along the way: 

:How come you three have white hair? I do 'cause I wanted to look like Mom and she was an albino.:

Interesting. :I assumed yours was white from magic: Savil sends. :That's the reason for us – mages who use node-energy go white in a few years. Vanyel here is a mage as well but he's new at it so it hasn't happened yet: 

:No. I know some magic and I guess what I am is probably magic and admittedly my teacher's hair is also white but my hair's because of my mother and hers was white all her life and my teacher's was too I think. I guess I didn't ask. Grandfather's hair was white but I think that's just 'cause he was old. Wilbur's hair isn't white though.:

:So you can make your hair whatever color you want?: Vanyel interjects. :That's neat:  He seems to be warming up to the two new people, and is noticeably less tense. 

:Um, not now, not exactly. I mean, I could, but--not casually. I was born with this big form--I mean I wasn't this big when I was born, I was baby-sized when I was born, but I was this same shape--and I made my smaller shape, and I can go between the two, and I can mix them a little, but I'd have to make a whole new shape to make my hair a different color. And it'd take a while. And I don't need another human shape as much as I needed the one.:

:Oh. I see: He's not at all sure that he does. 

:So where are the two of you from originally?: Savil sends. 

:Dunwich, Massachusetts.:

:I haven't heard of anywhere called that: Savil admits. :The place we're going is called Valdemar – have you heard of it?: