"I know!" says Celo, beaming. "I love this place."

"It is such a strange place. What is it?"

"I'm not really sure," says Celo. "Some kind of interplanar bar or something. I tried to ask a couple people but mostly they're interested in the party, and I like the party too, so I didn't pester anyone about it."

"An interplanar bar. I guess stranger things have happened. It just appeared to you?"

"Yeah! And then I saw her coming out of the door," he gestures to Nona, "and - I don't know, does she look like me to you? She looks like me to me. She looks a lot like me. And we compared histories and she's pretty much me, you know, accounting for species and stuff."

"She looks like you could be siblings," decides Bella after a long look at both faces. "Awfully similar siblings." She turns to Etty. "We should compare life histories."

"All right. I can't remember my name, but I can remember everything else."

Bella goes first. Parents, little town in Blackwater, subtle artistry, school, introspection, her questions -

"Our questions," inserts Etty when she hears them.

Celo and Nona simultaneously giggle.

Heh. And school and her inauspicious first meeting with Celo and the business with the elves and what she's at liberty to share about the business with Callahan. That's pretty much the story of her life.

Etty's story is shorter and less pleasant. Parents, unremarkable upbringing, figuring out that she only yearned after women and not men, getting picked up by a giant owl and cursed, meeting Nona, turning into a swan (she demonstrates), the hurt and the violation and the terms of his immortality and their ultimate victory. Poking around at sorcery, flying over the countryside looking for home.

Bella hugs her, partway through this recitation.

Nona hugs her as soon as Bella has stopped.

"I could hug you too," says Celo.

Etty's reaction to this offer is silent but extremely dubious.

"No," translates Bella.

"I got that," says Celo. He hugs Nona instead.

"...Etty, you're not going to like this and I guess Nona didn't warn you, but nymphs, like Celo, don't predominantly recognize each other by face, but by an - involuntary - read of their - sexual characteristics, basically. He's working on 'squinting' but he's not very good at it yet."

Etty peers mistrustfully at Celo.

Celo throws up his hands, takes his hot chocolate, and leaves their little cluster by the door to head for the other obvious door in the room.

"We could go that way too," says Nona. "It leads to a nice little lake and a forest and some things, and it's a lot - quieter out there. Not as many people."

"That sounds better - but -"

"He already saw you. Unless something changes, he can't get any new information," says Bella, shaking her head. "Otherwise do you think I'd hang around him? I can't even block it with subtle arts." She follows the nymph to the outdoors.

Etty goes after her alt.