She did her research. She's cobbled the spell together from six or seven different places, and joined it together with hypotheses and crossed fingers. She tested out the individual pieces as much as she can- there's a few newly-not-extinct beetles running around her hometown now- but finally it comes down to it. The spell has some weird preconditions and a hell of a lot of setup, but she's done. It's time. Reversing the damage done in the Great War. All in a day's work, right? That's the goal, anyway.
The spell goes flawlessly. The runes and the chanting and the various pieces take her three days, but if she can do it it's worth it. When she's finally done, she has to take a moment to collect herself, and then she looks at the circles she's drawn.
The circle to her right now holds a tiny sphinx. All paws and fluff and sprawl, it's utterly adorable and Vivian can't restrain an "Awwwww." She walks over and cuddles the new arrival. "You're just the cutest little sphinx, aren't you? Yes, you are, you are the cutest." She turns to the other circle. "And your sibling is-"
-not there.
Vivian blinks at the empty space. "...huh." She looks down at the fuzzball in her arms. "Well, you worked," she tells the girl. "Nothing's wrong with my spell. So the only other thing that could have gone wrong is..." She pauses to sort out her thoughts, not quite trusting herself, but she's double checked it twice. "...I guess there's dragons somewhere after all."
Ultimately, she decides that the dragons will have to wait. Given the whole medallion system- which she's mostly impressed by, but has some really glaring, obvious flaws with perfect hindsight- the dragons might not even know they exist. She could try to tweak the spell to create a new dragon even though they're not extinct, she could try to find existing dragons, she could-
-she has a baby to raise. An extraordinarily cute little girl who just so happens to come with paws, wings and a tail. And she will raise her without all the ridiculous cultural baggage that led to the first war, and teach her magic, and they'll help save the world from itself.
She finds them a house with a backyard and wards it so the mundanes will overlook it. She arranges to sell spells and charms to the local Avalon for an easy source of income. And she focuses on raising her daughter.
She names her Isabella.
Isabella trips over her paws but learns to fly pretty quick. Isabella is fuzzy and likes to nap in patches of sunshine. Isabella asks a lot of questions and starts reading not too long after she gets really going on the concept of talking. Isabella lashes her tail when she's thinking. Isabella wants hands, so she can write things in addition to reading them, and because Mommy has hands.
When Isabella is six, her birthday present is one small, plain and very old amulet.
Isabella's fur sleekens, over time. She stops clawing things. She preens her feathers and brushes her own hair and writes and lashes her tail.
After she has had her amulet for four months, she says, "Mommy, you know to not read my writing, right?"
"I haven't read anything you haven't shown me, love, and I won't if you don't want me to," she reassures her. "Are you keeping a diary? Would you like an actual diary, instead of just paper? There's even some with locks, if you'd like."
Vivian has a trip planned in two days to sell her latest batch of spells and charms in the nearby Avalon. When she returns, there is a little stack of diaries sitting on Isabella's desk. They are all different sizes and colors and in some cases patterns, and are in no way discernibly similar except that all of them have some kind of lock.
Once Isabella is old enough to hold her human form properly, Vivian starts planning to get more involved in the world again. She's kept up on world news, she's familiar with the political climate, but she's not doing anything about it. She investigates the state of local activism and picks a few nearby events to volunteer for. Then, after some debate, she invites Isabella.
Isabella is excited about leaving the house! There is room to fly in the back yard, fromw which she can do some modest spying on the neighbors; and there's TV and books to give her an idea of what else there might be to look at, but she is excited to not have to be Secret And Fuzzy anymore.
"I know. But because magic is secret, people won't know that. And I can't be your birth mommy because I'm Asian and you're not." Vivian feels strongly about Isabella being a well-educated citizen of the world (filtered age appropriately), so Isabella is familiar with enough faces from newspapers that this isn't a new concept. "So to people who don't know about magic, we have to say you're adopted, okay?"
She doesn't mention her general disinterest in finding Isabella a daddy. She is quite clear that her sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of and of course she'll talk about it when Isabella's older, but the goal here is keeping conversations age appropriate, not hiding anything. Once Isabella is ready for a conversation about her mother's love life, she'll include it then. (...is there ever an appropriate time for that? Vivian's not clear. It's certainly not something she ever experienced with her own family. Also, ick.) But it's hardly like Vivian's been on and about on the dating scene anyway. It can wait.
Vivian starts to say that it's fine, they can know; it's not like she doesn't have a perfectly valid reason to have magicked up a daughter rather than going the conventional route. But then she rethinks that.
"-might want a copy of the spell, if you said. And the spell has to be secret because it only works on species that don't exist any more, so they could find out that you're not a human, you're my sphinxette."
"Honestly? Probably, yes. I'm sorry, love. But it's a big deal that you're a sphinxette. You can be a sphinx at home! And if you want we can try to pick you something to pretend to be, if you want to be able to turn partway when we're out. But you'd have to pick one thing and stick to it, and never ever show anything that didn't match."
With that settled, they can go out and explore the world! Or more specifically, allow Vivian to rejoin the political scene in person. Writing letters and calling Congresspeople only gets her so far; she's glad to be back in a more concrete way. Meetings, gatherings, rallies and protests- Vivian's discriminating about which organizations she supports, but less so about which of their events to attend. There are lots of ways for her to support, and she's going to get involved in as many as possible.
Most people are pretty delighted to interact back! And they're all happy to explain things to her. If she hangs around enough, she will become very (and age-appropriately... mostly) enlightened as to the state of modern feminism, gay rights, and the growing environmental concerns. There's other causes here and there, but these three are most definitely Vivian's pet causes.
Bella is on board with a fair amount of feminism, considerable quantities of gay rights, and some environmentalism, although she doesn't totally see what all the fuss is about in that case even accounting for the part where they don't know that Mommy can bring back anything that has gone quite extinct.
One thing their conversations do remind Vivian of: school. Isabella should have the option, at least, though home schooling wouldn't be any kind of hardship. Her birthday being helpfully near the cutoff line, she could get into first grade easily or second grade with more arguing. So one day, the question is posed. What does Isabella think about school?
First things first, though. There are some details to get out of the way no matter what they do. Vivian locates a critter adoption agency with experience ducking the human systems, claims she adopted a critter from one of the critter villages that exists outside human society, but sighs that she wants to integrate her daughter. She receives paperwork without issue shortly thereafter, and asks no questions about its strict legality. Isabella, as a newly legal child, is promptly examined by a proper doctor and fully vaccinated. Responsible parenting!
The schools can't very well refuse her. She can start halfway through first grade if she'd like a shorter trial period. (Vivian and the adoption agency can, literally and figuratively, magic the adoption dates as necessary so that Isabella is not considered truant.) Vivian tries very hard not to influence her, but does focus rather more than normal on the benefits of knowing both sides of a question.
Bella critically examines the interior of this private school. There are parts of it in which she concedes value - the art class has materials that would be cumbersome to keep around at home, for example - but gym is an unmitigated disaster, the academics all seem fairly condescending, and most of the kids do not seem like they would hold her interest for longer than a few weeks even if she were earnestly trying. She converses with the other children and concludes that what she really wants to do is be homeschooled and go to summer camp in the summers.
No actual magic will happen yet, of course. There are safety procedures first. (There are a lot of safety procedures.) And then theory. Actual spell casting is dangerous and is not for sphinxettes.
She goes back downstairs. She gets out the magic book with the light spell. She traces the runes very carefully onto a new sheet of unlined paper, in exactly the right order, and responsibly checks all of her lines for gaps and wobbles, and then counts the runes and makes sure she didn't miss any. Finding no mistakes, she peers at the incantation.
Mommy usually casts in Cantonese, because she's spoken both English and Mandarin long enough to have them count as her native language. Isabella's only native language for these purposes is English, but she has been taught Mandarin for the last couple of years in anticipation of later casting in that - Mommy's Mandarin is still better than her Cantonese, so it's easier to teach, and the incantations she uses won't need to be re-composed for Mandarin use, because the writing's just the same. Recently (since getting her pendant) she has even met Mommy's parents and spoken Mandarin with them. They are not particularly friendly (Isabella does not really understand what their problem is) but they made fine language practice.
She can't recognize many characters yet. But there's a Pinyin rendering in the book and she can read that. She reads it over a few times to make sure she isn't going to fumble a tone or one of those tricky X initials.
And then she gets down on the floor near where she lost her pen and holds her scroll and recites, firmly and clearly, her incantation, while concentrating on what she wants it to aim at.
She gets a little bauble of heatless light. She stretches a paw under the couch, and gets her pen. The light will wink out on its own when its duration expires. Mommy will be very proud of her, she is sure. She writes about her success.
Vivian's brain is full of a lot of retroactively terrified exclamation marks. Obviously nothing went wrong, Isabella is here, Isabella is visibly whole, but her child just did unsupervised magic and sheeeee's just going to be hyperventilating over here for a while. Give her a minute.
"No casting without me there," Vivian says firmly. "Even if you have to wake me up. It was fine this time, I'm very glad it was fine this time, but you are still only six and if you are going to cast magic I am going to supervise. I'm happy to check your work whenever you'd like, though."
The next day, as a wordless not-exactly-apology, she shows Isabella a list of spells she thinks she should work towards. It's not their full curriculum by any means, but the last spell listed is a magical lock for her diary.
In case Isabella was interested.
Classes other than magic will still occur. (Vivian leans heavily on published lesson plans; she's home schooling Isabella for reasons like 'she can add magic lessons' and 'she can give a less Western-focused view of history', not 'she is qualified to teach in any meaningful way'.) She continues to take Isabella to rallies and write angry letters to relevant politicians and create charms to sell in Avalon. None of these are particularly conducive to casting light spells.
On the other hand, Isabella is more than welcome to learn to make charms of her own. Is that a project she would be interested in?
Then, when next she's heading to the Bay Avalon to sell her latest batch of charms, she invites Isabella along. It's her first trip since Isabella got her medallion, and Isabella helped make some of the charms, after all.
Isabella is very proud of this fact and will tell anyone who seems like they might listen. She is walking on her hind paws because she has never learned to get quite used to shoes (she will wear flipflops if she has to be all human, grudgingly; this is not a problem with Bay Area weather) and she has her wings and tail, but no other sphinxy parts.
It's a large Avalon, and a busy one, so the ferry line is crowded; the ferryman recognizes Vivian and nods her through, with a quick smile for the cute small child trailing her, but then promptly returns to his work as bouncer. There are plenty of people milling around on the deck, enough of whom know Vivian that Isabella will have plenty of people around to tell about her charms if she so desires.
Only one person is stupid enough to then object (out loud) to the idea of a young girl doing magic; Vivian drags him off to lecture him about daring to accuse her of poor parenting, in front of her daughter no less, when all her magic is carefully supervised and double checked and of the tiny and harmless variety. He does not appear to actually change his mind, but he is successfully intimidated into apologizing to both her and Isabella, which Vivian deems barely adequate.
She does not mention Isabella's early morning light spell adventure. It is none of his business.
And then, after some time puttering along the water, the ferry arrives at their destination: the Bay Avalon. The name is quite literal; the Avalon is in fact floating on the Bay, hidden by some impressive concealment spells that Vivian can only dream of learning.
"Welcome to Avalon, love," Vivian says with a smile. "Where to first?"
Non-water creatures such as tiny sphinxes are not recommended to participate in the swimming. The bay is cold.
Vivian tucks it away safely, but once they're home she sorts it out and gives Isabella her share. It's not quite what the charms sold for, but it's a pretty large chunk. Not a bad day's work for a six year old.