does not anymore work

[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)

Comments

[darkest_evening]

"Excellent. Tea's ready, as well."

[campanas]

"Tea!" She hops up.

[darkest_evening]

Tea!

It is good tea.

The man who has still not given his name retrieves a book from one of his pockets and starts scribbling out equations and muttering to them.

[campanas]

Sip sip sip.

"Is studying kind magic?"

[darkest_evening]

"Sort of. Very intellectual, if you want to do anything with other planes at all. You can use brute force, but that costs more, whereas a more clever, mathy solution costs less. For already expensive stuff like planar transpotation... Brute force is somewhat impossible without a large group of mages."

[campanas]

Nod nod.

[darkest_evening]

Scribble, scribble. Then he stares at the results.

"I'm going to have to get my sister," he sighs.

[campanas]

"I having three sisters. They older, I am littlest and have not any other ones of me only one Pen, but are two more Dars, one more Keziah, one more Ariel."

[darkest_evening]

"I have only one sister. She's my twin," says the man who still hasn't given his name.

[campanas]

"Twins! There a one Mommy who having a twin." Pause. "Hey, what your name?"

[darkest_evening]

Hmmm. To tell the truth or to lie. It could be a trap.

... He's too famous to actually keep his name out of someone's hands reliably. Let's not.

"Adarin. It's nice to meet you, apologies for not introducing myself."

[campanas]

"Am Pen," she says again. "Shorter for Peninnah. Is okay."

[darkest_evening]

"Thank you."

Scribble scribble, scribble scribble!

[campanas]

Pen says, "Bored."

[darkest_evening]

"Well," asks Adarin reasonably, "What do you do for fun?"

[campanas]

"Flying singing reading talking to people playing games."

[darkest_evening]

"Are there any of those that you'd like to do right now?"

[campanas]

"Whatever, but needing know where fly, and not to bother you singing talking playing, and have a book in language, to do whatever."

[darkest_evening]

"I can take care of the flight later, but it'll take a little while. I don't believe I'll be bothered if you sing."

[campanas]

"Okay." And she tips her head back and sings.

Very prettily. Very prettily indeed.

[darkest_evening]

... Adarin is impressed!

But not distracted. Not until he's done with his mathy scribbles. Scribble scribble scribble.

[campanas]

Pen amuses herself singing assorted pretty songs she knows by heart.

[darkest_evening]

It is very cute.