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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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[campanas]

Pen shrugs and applies herself to dinner.

[iamnotpolaris]

After dinner, does she want to go back to the library, or does she want to see the clothes Edie altered for her?

[campanas]

She wants to see the clothes! And then go flying.

[whatamithinking]

There's a frilly pink dress, and a simpler yellow dress, and a few shirts of varying levels of niceness, some pants, and a pair of purple leggings. The pants and leggings do not have holes cut in them.
"I could only find one pair of leggings in your size that no one was using on short notice," Edie says. "I didn't know what kind of thing you liked so I tried to get some variety."

[campanas]

Pen is slightly dubious about the frills, but too polite to say anything about them. "Thank you."

[whatamithinking]

If Pen doesn't like the frills, Edie won't be offended. But Pen hasn't actually said anything about them, and Edie isn't reading her mind. "You're welcome. Is there anything else I can help with, or will you two be off to take advantage of the fact that since it's summer it's not too dark to fly yet?"

[campanas]

"I want to fly."

[whatamithinking]

"Alright then, have fun."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Back to the library, then," Emily says after Edie's left.

[campanas]

"Because go out window?" Pen inquires.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Yep. Closer than the roof, and big enough to jump out of without awkward wrangling."

[campanas]

Nod nod.

[iamnotpolaris]

Library! And then window! Emily hops out first, on the off chance that something goes wrong and Pen needs catching. Not likely, but better safe than sorry.

[campanas]

Hop!

Pen catches herself just fine, snapping her wings open to full span. Her bracelets and the opal embedded in her forearm glint in the sun.

[iamnotpolaris]

"...I assume the sparkly rock in your arm is perfectly normal in some way and not to be worried about at all?" she checks. Because you can never be too careful about the well-being of a small child.

[campanas]

"Is Kiss. Samarians have them," explains Pen.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Just checking."
Flying! Flying never gets old.
Emily can probably pull a few swoopy tricks that involve turning on too sharp a corner for Pen's wings.

[campanas]

Pen indeed cannot do that, but that only makes sense, since Emily is flying differently.

[iamnotpolaris]

Pen's timezone of origin isn't this one, is it. It was a little after noon when she arrived. When is she likely to want to go to bed?

[campanas]

She is flagging already. But not so much that she can't fly for a while! She is so awake. Watch her soar. Watch her nearly crash into the building, whoops.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Are you okay?" Emily asks, concerned.

[campanas]

"Yeahaaaaaa," yawns Pen. "Am fine, am safed. Don't even skinned knees any more because very especially not liking it."

[iamnotpolaris]

"That's good, but I imagine that still wouldn't have been pleasant. Should we go inside? The sky will still be there tomorrow."

[campanas]

Yawn. "'Kay."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Luckily, someone took care of the bed issue while they were out. There are four of the narrow beds lined up next to each other and covered with a pile of pillows and blankets.