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The following morning, Bell hears what sounds like a fire alarm. It's not in their building - it's at least a block away. From her window, she can clearly see the house that's caught, near the train station, and just as clearly see that there isn't any bucket brigade handling it yet.
She seizes her wand from the nightstand and assumes control over the fire; if there's anyone in the unburnt part of the house they'll be able to get out. "SHERLOCK! TONY!" she calls.
Bell wants a second opinion before she snakes this fire down the corner of the house and over the grass to destroy the train station.
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truthwright
"Yeah, we have good ideas once in a while," says Kas, wrapping his arms around Petaal's furry neck and hugging her.
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"Very good. Um, was anyone in the chain of information exaggerating about the part where you love us, though, because I didn't... previously... know that."
truthwright
"We love you," Kas confirms agreeably. "You're sweet and you're a good friend and we miss you when you're not around."
"And I like snuggling you," Petaal chimes in.
"And I like snuggling you," Petaal chimes in.
dark_light
"Oh."
Isabella refrains from letting that information go much of anywhere. She doesn't have an alethiometer yet. She could still have a loose gear somewhere waiting to send her spiraling out of control.
Isabella refrains from letting that information go much of anywhere. She doesn't have an alethiometer yet. She could still have a loose gear somewhere waiting to send her spiraling out of control.
truthwright
Petaal turns linsang and jumps up and down on Kas's stomach, because sometimes it is just time to be needlessly adorable.
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That's pretty cute. Isabella giggles.
She goes back to writing her profile in the guestbook.
She goes back to writing her profile in the guestbook.
truthwright
Kas scoops Petaal off his stomach and hugs her, then lets go.
She turns hummingbird and investigates said guestbook.
She turns hummingbird and investigates said guestbook.
dark_light
So far, Isabella has written:
ISABELLA AMARIAH and my daemon PATHALAN
"Amariah", "Path"
Witch (let's call my variety "cloudpine witches" if there are more); Path's shape is an Eastern screech owl, gray morph
Olympic Clan Enclave (near Forks, WA, United States, Earth)
September 13, 1994
Ranata Ekamma, Charles "Charlie" Swan
ISABELLA AMARIAH and my daemon PATHALAN
"Amariah", "Path"
Witch (let's call my variety "cloudpine witches" if there are more); Path's shape is an Eastern screech owl, gray morph
Olympic Clan Enclave (near Forks, WA, United States, Earth)
September 13, 1994
Ranata Ekamma, Charles "Charlie" Swan
truthwright
Petaal is little enough to perch on the edge of the notebook without getting in the way. She does.
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She goes on:
No siblings so far
Grew up about 1/3 in the clan enclave, 1/3 with my dad in Forks (incl. attending some human school), and 1/3 tearing around the world with Ranata and miscellaneous friends. Age 15, got formal apprenticeship with a ritual magic specialist in Rockland, Maine, where I live now.
And she asks, "Do you want a key to here?"
No siblings so far
Grew up about 1/3 in the clan enclave, 1/3 with my dad in Forks (incl. attending some human school), and 1/3 tearing around the world with Ranata and miscellaneous friends. Age 15, got formal apprenticeship with a ritual magic specialist in Rockland, Maine, where I live now.
And she asks, "Do you want a key to here?"
dark_light
"Okay then." She writes him down.
She completes the entry thus:
"Kas" and his daemon "Petaal" (latter may take any shape, incl. human or witch, either sex)
As of writing, unattached but tentatively considering Kas the aforementioned, contingent on success of project below
No enemies from home yet, but I need to practice nastier magic, give me deserving targets and I'll take 'em for you
Ritual magic (it's better at working with natural things, and doesn't scale up well, but I can do lots of stuff)
Finding and acquiring an alethiometer (device that produces absolute truth from my world)
An alethiometer! But I think I have that under control
DO NOT TOUCH PATH EVER EVER EVER
She completes the entry thus:
"Kas" and his daemon "Petaal" (latter may take any shape, incl. human or witch, either sex)
As of writing, unattached but tentatively considering Kas the aforementioned, contingent on success of project below
No enemies from home yet, but I need to practice nastier magic, give me deserving targets and I'll take 'em for you
Ritual magic (it's better at working with natural things, and doesn't scale up well, but I can do lots of stuff)
Finding and acquiring an alethiometer (device that produces absolute truth from my world)
An alethiometer! But I think I have that under control
DO NOT TOUCH PATH EVER EVER EVER
truthwright
For this snuggle, Petaal turns into a... rabbity... creature.
She is conveniently lap-sized, and also fuzzy!
She is conveniently lap-sized, and also fuzzy!
dark_light
"Oh wow, fluffy," says Isabella, wrapping her arms around Petaal and feeling barely at all strange about the weird knowingness she feels when she does it. "Lookit you. What are you? You look like a cross between a chinchilla and a rabbit and the concept of huggableness."
truthwright
Kas scoots across the floor until he can curl up right next to them, sighing happily.
"I like it when you do that," he says. "It's nice."
"I like it when you do that," he says. "It's nice."
dark_light
Path climbs Isabella's silks to sit on the shoulder opposite from Kas.
"It gets less weird over time," she says. "And look at all this fluff. If Path was one of these I don't think I'd dare leave the house with him, some three-year-old who didn't get it yet would grab him."
(Isabella never grabbed anyone's daemon when she was little; lots of people don't. But she's seen it happen, and it usually results in the kid getting shouted at until he or she cries.
She suddenly suspects that Kas may have had a daemon-grabbing problem as a child. If you wouldn't mind all that much if it happened to you...)
"It gets less weird over time," she says. "And look at all this fluff. If Path was one of these I don't think I'd dare leave the house with him, some three-year-old who didn't get it yet would grab him."
(Isabella never grabbed anyone's daemon when she was little; lots of people don't. But she's seen it happen, and it usually results in the kid getting shouted at until he or she cries.
She suddenly suspects that Kas may have had a daemon-grabbing problem as a child. If you wouldn't mind all that much if it happened to you...)
truthwright
"My sweetie is the cuddliest," Kas agrees. "It's so awful when kids do that—they don't know any better, but it still hurts."
dark_light
Isabella readjusts her expectations and is glad she didn't voice them. "Path has always been too quick for handsy little cousins and whatnot," says Isabella. "I've actually made it this long without anyone so much as accidentally brushing a wingtip. But it sounds like the worst thing that could possibly be."
truthwright
"It's not the worst when it's just some kid in a park," he says. "Pretty bad, though."
dark_light
"I mean in general. Not kids in particular."
The fact that Kas can even make the comparison hurts her somewhere near the heart.
The fact that Kas can even make the comparison hurts her somewhere near the heart.
truthwright
He reaches up and rests his hand on her knee.
"I'm glad you don't know what it's like the bad way," he says softly.
"I'm glad you don't know what it's like the bad way," he says softly.