blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

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with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

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[imeanforever]

She opens her mouth.

[thisvorlunatic]

"This is very weird," the mortal remarks.

He puts the pastry in her mouth.

[imeanforever]

Chew chew. Swallow.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Okay," says the mortal, picking up the glass and holding it for her to drink from, "something is definitely going on here that I don't understand. Multiple things that I don't understand are going on here."

[imeanforever]

Blink.

Sip.

[thisvorlunatic]

He smiles wryly at the blink, and keeps holding the water for her. "Which first: painkillers, or attempting to communicate about the nature of your problem?"

[imeanforever]

Blink blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Second thing?" he guesses. "All right. You seem constrained rather than impaired..."

[imeanforever]

Blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I confess I am not oversupplied with theories about how that could come to be. But I would like to unconstrain you if possible," says the mortal.

[imeanforever]

[thisvorlunatic]

"So. What do I know..." he muses out loud. "You have wings and you fell out of thin air and you weigh much less than I'd expect from a human of your size. And you can hear and understand speech and walk and sip and chew but you seem to be constrained from speaking and gesturing and feeding yourself...?"

[imeanforever]

Blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I suspect there is a way to unconstrain you. Given the emphatic blink, I also suspect that the food had something to do with it. But clearly it hasn't solved the entire problem just yet."

[imeanforever]

Blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I—hm, no, first: is there a time constraint of any kind operative here, should I be hurrying to get it figured out as soon as possible lest you vanish by morning or something of that general nature?"

[imeanforever]

Blinkblink.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Taking that as a 'no'. All right, good, I still want to solve this sooner than later but at least I'm not racing the clock. So, eating a pastry was step one. Is step two something I can personally accomplish without obtaining further resources?"

[imeanforever]

Blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

He notices he has started fiddling with the glass and puts it down.

"Would it be useful for me to know how you came to be constrained in the first place, in order to guess how to undo it?"

[imeanforever]

Blink!

[thisvorlunatic]

"All right... were the constraints put in place by a person? They seem - guided, intentional."

[imeanforever]

Blink.

[thisvorlunatic]

...That is not a good face accompanying that blink. These are not good implications, all together.

"Whoever they are, I am not getting a pleasant picture of them from the results of their actions..." He shakes his head slightly and returns to the immediate problem. "So you can be constrained deliberately by people, and I have the capacity to unconstrain you, but—only after I gave you that maple eclair?"

[imeanforever]

Blink.