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]

"Sounds nice," says Pen. She shelves her book.

[iamnotpolaris]

"I wasn't anywhere near as good at flying as you are when I was eight," Emily comments as they head in the direction of the dining hall.

[campanas]

"Well, having do it different," allows Pen. "Also not having big sisters for teach it."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Well, not big sisters, no...but Edie's dad has the same mutation as me, basically."

[campanas]

"He teach you flying?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"Yep. And a lot of other stuff too. Magnetism is a skill-heavy kind of mutation."

[campanas]

Nod nod. "I not having any magic yet. Wishes, little ones, soon, then maybe enchanting."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Sounds like fun! I wouldn't trade in what I've got, but your stuff seems more useful."

[campanas]

"Is good. But having be secret at home."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Ick. People shouldn't have to hide who they are.
...I guess it's different when it's something you got and not an inherent part of who you are."

[campanas]

"Do not have to hide be angel. Unless going other worlds."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Yeah. So, what's up with angels anyway? Some people where you're from just randomly have wings?"

[campanas]

"Is not random, is sometimes if angels parents."

[iamnotpolaris]

"I mean, right, I guessed it was genetic, but...I mean, that seems like kind of a random thing to have happen?"

[campanas]

"Oh, hundreds years ago people colonize Samaria and put all technology computers everything away hiding and make angels by genetic engineering for control weather. But not telling everyone yet."

[iamnotpolaris]

"You're genetically engineered? Wow, we don't even know for sure how mutants work. ...You have weather control powers?"

[campanas]

"Only on Samaria. Go up, singing weather songs, spaceship pretending be god do weather or put seeds or drop pills."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Oh. Huh. ...Weather powers are a thing that exists, actually, Ororo's got them."

[campanas]

"Cool. I not have, is just telling spaceship to drop thing."

[iamnotpolaris]

"How precise can the spaceship do? Ororo can do tiny microclimates to water plants and stuff."

[campanas]

Headshake. "Can't do. Do rain, sunshine, warm up, cool down, winds more or less, thunderbolts. Only, Mommy telling spaceship not give thunderbolts whenever song and check make sure with her instead."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Ororo can do thunderbolts. She generally doesn't do it around people who might get hurt, though, she's pretty responsible, and if everyone with whatever gene you have can do weather stuff that seems like a good thing to restrict."

[campanas]

"Anyone can singing, if near enough ears. But easier for spaceship hear in sky. And easier for learning songs right growing up angel hold."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Angel hold?"

[campanas]

"Are three. Eyrie, Monteverde, Cedar Hills. Angels live in. And mortals, more those even, but all angels."