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)

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[campanas]

"A little maybe."

[witchwatcher]

So food and water is deployed. It's simple stuff, potatoes and fish and a little butter.

They get a response a few minutes later. "They're sending a Witch to come talk to you."

[campanas]

Pen likes fish and potatoes and butter. "Okay."

[witchwatcher]

They don't really seem to know what to do with her. The officer does paperwork until the Witch arrives.

When she does arrive, she heads unerringly for Pen. "Yeah, that's some strange foreign magic, alright. I'm not sure I understood their explanation - a bad door?"

[campanas]

"Is broken. Is supposed going home from nice bar but goed here!"

[witchwatcher]

"The only magic going on right now is some sort of talking thing, and a very, very thorough, very permanent shield. Can you show me where you arrived in this world?"

[campanas]

"Yeah. But door not door for bar any more or would not lost."

[witchwatcher]

"It still might help. If it doesn't there's other things we can try. Some Witches can teleport. I've never heard of teleporting between worlds, but it might work. Sounds risky, though, so we check other ways first, right?"

[campanas]

"Okay."

Pen leads her back to the door that once led from Milliways. It no longer does.

[witchwatcher]

It indeed no longer does. "So this door was leading to a bar, which was supposed to lead home but instead lead here. It's gone now, at any rate. Nothing magical about this door. Hm. What's your world's magic like? It smells pretty different from Witch magic."

[campanas]

"Oh, my world not having magic any itself."

[witchwatcher]

"Oh really? You're quite the little traveller. How many worlds do you know about?"

[campanas]

"Eighty...seven? No um that numbers worlds not all worlds numbers... do Milliways count? Ninety-two? If count Milliways."

[witchwatcher]

"That's a lot. Huh. Is there a way to get the door to the nice bar? That's Milliways, right? If not, oh well, we can go find Lytee. She can teleport to specific people and I think she's the best chance to get you home today."

[campanas]

Headshake. "Shell Bell can doing, and Jarvises if practice, but not any other anyone, and some people doors liking them but still not for sure and not me."

[witchwatcher]

"Let's go up to the base, then. Lytee's on patrol right now, but she'll probably be back by dinnertime. We can ask her to take you home then. How fast can you fly?"

[campanas]

"Not too fast, am little. Dunno exactly."

[witchwatcher]

"Well, it's not far. I'll go slow." She walks back toward the station and climbs on top of some kind of vaguely horse-sized wooden thing.

"Witches need a broom or something to fly. This isn't a broom, it's made specifically for Witches to fly on it, but we still call it a broom anyway." She lifts off and starts heading towards the castle at a sedate pace.

[campanas]

The little angel takes off and flies. She can do about forty miles an hour.

[witchwatcher]

Gren matches her speed.


The castle really isn't very far away at all. Gren flies around to the other side and lands in a big courtyard swarming with other people in uniforms. The people in uniforms look at the little angel curiously, but she's with Gren and Gren handles all the strange magic so they are not alarmed.

"I'm Grendyne, by the way. Forgot to introduce myself earlier. What's your name?"

[campanas]

"Pen-ni-nah," says Pen. "Pen."

[witchwatcher]

"Pen. I like that, it's pretty. We need to know who to teleport you to when Lytee's back. Your parents? And I'd like to know if there's anything dangerous on your world, or anything we shouldn't do, so we can be prepared for it."

[campanas]

"Um, can putting me in any place with Jane is fine. Should not do appear at home or someone maybe see. Maybe putting on space ship?"

[witchwatcher]

"She needs to put you at a person, not a place. But at Jane should work."

[campanas]

"...Jane lots places, which place putting? Do not much matter for where ending up but might matter to going."