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On Monday, Bella arrives at school completely and stably human shaped, with everything she has learned about critters (except for her own species, which she isn't liable to forget) written down as margin notes on a page reminding her to ask Darren about D&D and filler decoy notes about that. She's probably going to have invent an actual cipher alphabet or something eventually but for the time being she thinks this will probably do for casual inspection.
She sits next to Darren in English.
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shesepankh
castmyown
"Hey," says Darren. "Thank you, for healing me. The thing is dead. Are you okay?"
Mrs. Adams is back to being a bugbear, watching for anyone that could show up. So far, no one. She waves a paw that is all claw at Bella, but doesn't say anything.
Mrs. Adams is back to being a bugbear, watching for anyone that could show up. So far, no one. She waves a paw that is all claw at Bella, but doesn't say anything.
shesepankh
"Thank me for what? You - you're okay?" She spares Mrs. Adams a curious glance, but most of her attention is on Darren.
castmyown
"Well. Um. Wasn't, earlier, I am now, though. Turns out your magic fairy superpower is healing. Which, by the way, thank you."
shesepankh
"...I don't know how I did it. I was thinking about trying to fly you to a hospital."
castmyown
"Usually it's instinctual," informs Mrs. Adams. "Using your abilities. Not surprising, that you don't have a clue how you did it."
"I'm very glad you didn't need to take me to a hospital, that would have been hard to explain," says Darren. "Also, pain."
"I'm very glad you didn't need to take me to a hospital, that would have been hard to explain," says Darren. "Also, pain."
shesepankh
"Yeah, I'm not optimistic that I could've gotten you there before you - you were in really bad shape. I'm really glad you're okay," murmurs Bella. "Wow, my wings are tired." She stops having them, then goes fully human, hugging her knees on the sand.
castmyown
"That, too," winces Darren. "I was not planning for it to go like that. At all."
He sits next to her. Mrs. Adams does not comment.
He sits next to her. Mrs. Adams does not comment.
castmyown
"I couldn't figure out how to chant in French fast enough, so... English. It just - let it go, rather than aiming it at just the creature, I think. I was a little desperate."
shesepankh
"Yeah, not - optimal casting conditions. I wonder if we should actually make scrolls. Trace a useful spell ten times, carry it around rolled up with chants written down. But I doubt we would've expected needing to hit a lava thing with a tsunami."
castmyown
"We can give it a shot, certainly. It could be really useful. I agree, though - I was not expecting to be attacked by a lava thing and need to kill it with magic."
shesepankh
"It's possible that I should just expect to be attacked by - things. I can't think of a reason it would have to be a lava thing in particular, so maybe not the same spell ten times, but you know."
castmyown
"... Yeah. I'll start working on that, I suppose, along with magic tutoring."
Mrs. Adams raises an eyebrow. "You've been busy."
"Er. Yeah, and it really paid off here," says Darren, motioning to debris-of-lava-monster.
"It has," agrees the bugbear.
Mrs. Adams raises an eyebrow. "You've been busy."
"Er. Yeah, and it really paid off here," says Darren, motioning to debris-of-lava-monster.
"It has," agrees the bugbear.
shesepankh
"I have only one lesson under my belt and I think this thing scared half the runes out of me so I'm going to have to study more before I could do anything like that but I'm working on it too," says Bella. "Although if I can do enormous magic without knowing what I'm doing in exchange for fainting for - how long was I out this time? Also I wonder if this means that I had, like, two forms of really quiet cancer or something that my magic just politely fixed for me, since I was fainting the day I turned too... anyway I'm wondering if it's generalizable to non-healing, non-fainting, or both."
castmyown
"Ten, fifteen minutes? Ish? Maybe longer, I was somewhat out of it for a little while after you healed me. If it is, I don't know how to test it. It seems semi-autonomous, just - doing things without you telling it to. So I'm not sure how much control you could get over it if it's like that."
castmyown
"Me too. I'm glad we're both okay."
"Your fathers are probably glad you're both fine, as well," adds Mrs. Adams, dryly.
"Your fathers are probably glad you're both fine, as well," adds Mrs. Adams, dryly.
castmyown
"No. Neither I nor Vernon had his phone number, and Darren's phone seems to be ruined. Since you're awake, I will leave him up to you," says Mrs. Adams.
shesepankh
Bella fishes out in her pocket. Her phone was not present for much of the splashing and steaming - indeed, her pants were not present - so it's still on. She dials.
"Hi Dad. It was great actually and, um, the good news is I can fly now. Yeah. We're okay, we're both fine, Dad I said we're fine I am not explaining what the bad news is until you believe me that we're fine."
"Hi Dad. It was great actually and, um, the good news is I can fly now. Yeah. We're okay, we're both fine, Dad I said we're fine I am not explaining what the bad news is until you believe me that we're fine."
castmyown
Darren watches and doesn't say anything, because politeness.
Mrs. Adams, however, says softly, "Would it help if I corroborated that you are fine?"
Mrs. Adams, however, says softly, "Would it help if I corroborated that you are fine?"
shesepankh
"Look, Dad, Mrs. Adams from school is out here, do you want to talk to her - okay." She hands Mrs. Adams the phone.