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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]

"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.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Do you need a glass of water or a bedtime story or anything like that?"

[campanas]

"Stories good if knowing good stories."

Then again, this is coming from the girl who apparently grew up on tales of interdimensional adventure with magic and nukes and afterlives.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Well, what kinds of stories do you like?"

[campanas]

"Stories where lot of things happen! And things blowing up! And magic! And creatures! And going places where a lot of stuff!"

[iamnotpolaris]

"Hmm. Well, let's see what I can do."
She thinks for a minute.
"Once upon a time there was a very evil sorcerer. He went around arresting people, because he worked for a very evil king who liked people to be as firmly under his thumb as he could manage.
One day, the king sent him to arrest a little family in a cottage in the woods, because they were happy and carefree and not cowering in terror before him. But when he arrived and did scary magic to make them afraid of him, the couple's son accidentally did magic at him in self-defense."
She pauses for a moment to see if Pen has any commentary.

[campanas]

Pen has flumphed onto the bed on her front, wings splayed out and head turned to the side to listen attentively. "What kind magic?"