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[campanas]

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.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

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[darkest_evening]

"Thankfully I just needed to identify yours," says the man in Samarian. "Hello. You look very lost. Can I help?"

[campanas]

"So lost! Do you knowing how go Milliways? Jane put home if I go there asking her, but none of Jane here, no ones of Mommy or Daddy or sisters or anybody."

[darkest_evening]

"I don't know of Milliways. Another plane, I assume? I might be able to find it, if you can specify it exactly enough, or have something from there."

[campanas]

"Milliways is nice bar! Is for going to new places, except did not bring any Jane," she jangles her bracelets; the light catches the opal embedded in her arm, "so cannot going back from this new place."

[darkest_evening]

"Hm, going to new places," muses the man. "Sounds interesting. And somewhat dangerous. Jane... Sounds like a name, but you use it as a noun?"

[campanas]

"Jane her name," says Pen.

[darkest_evening]

"And... If something of hers were here she could bring you back?" he guesses.

[campanas]

"A gem. Mommies have gems of Janes with them all time, but not me. So Jane can't putting me home."

[darkest_evening]

"Ah." He'd comment on the bad design, but she likely knows already. He'll leave it. "Well, aiming for a bar's difficult, but I can try. Is there anything else I can use to find where you came from? I can trace genetics, if your mommies are related to you."

[campanas]

Pen giggles. "Mommy is related! Other Mommies don't know, maybe, probably sort of."

[darkest_evening]

"Then I will look for the one mommy first, and try looking for the others, too, if that doesn't work," he says. "Would you like to come to my home for tea while I look?"

[campanas]

"Okay."

[darkest_evening]

"This way," he says, and he goes to a different door than the one he came from, and ushers the eight year old through.

It's one of the night ones. One of the prettiest of them.

He leads her to his house. It is surprisingly small, but very magic, in lots of subtle ways.

[campanas]

She mostly doesn't notice them.

Although her outfit has no sleeves, she is unbothered by the cold, not even putting her wings around herself.

[darkest_evening]

The man notices this, but he doesn't comment.

The inside of the house is very magic, in lots of unsubtle ways. There's various inscrutable magical gadgetry and fancy magical lights that flicker on automatically and a load of other weird things. The man makes tea by making a 'go on' motion to what looks to be a magic tea kettle, and it obligingly starts heating itself up. By magic. Because of course it does.

While the water's boiling, the man sits down in a comfy chair. There isn't a seat suitable for someone with angel wings nearby, but he retrieves one with a casual wave, and it comes over and sets itself down nearby so that the eight year old may sit.

"All right, I'll look for your mommy first. Is she likely to react badly to someone scrying her?"

[campanas]

Sit. "Um? If she notice but not knowing who or why might be scary."

[darkest_evening]

"Is she likely to turn me into a little smear of mage paste for scaring her?"

[campanas]

"No. If notice, finding out what happening first."

[darkest_evening]

"Oh good. I do so like not being mage paste. Then with your permission, I'll try to scry her."

[campanas]

Nod nod.

[darkest_evening]

He gets a far-away look in his eyes.

"Long brown hair, speckled wings, some sort of leather clothing. Talking to a very similar-looking young woman with a crown, in... Some kind of city on an ocean. Sound familiar?"

[campanas]

"Atlantis?" guesses Pen dubiously.

[darkest_evening]

"I'm unfamiliar with the name. Mmm. Let me just..." He makes a little illusion. It's not too expensive, and it's important to verify that he's got the correct person.

There is Pen's mother. Tiny and slightly transparent and talking to someone that isn't there.

[campanas]

"That my mommy," confirms Pen.

[darkest_evening]

"Glad I found her, then," he says, and he dismisses the illusion. He rubs the bridge of his nose. "Good news. I know where she is. Bad news, she's - uh, likely too far away for me to just take you there myself. Mm. I might be able to work out how to send a message or something if you think she can get here on her own, but transportation would take a while."