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Emma does not often think this, but she would dearly, dearly like to be back at school at this particular moment.
Her parents brought her to the club to 'socialize', but they're the ones doing all the socializing. And now they've met some business friends of her dad's, and there's some secrecy clause about an upcoming deal, or something? So her mother's at the bar getting a drink with the guys' wives, but Emma's only twenty. So here she is, wandering around on the golf course, enjoying the sunset and trying to kill time until she can go back inside. And really, honestly missing school, where she doesn't have to go through this nonsense.
Finally she decides she's had enough of being outside- however much her mother protests that really, Connecticut is lovely in the fall, it's also chilly- and she starts to make her way back to the clubhouse. She's walking up the golf cart trail through the trees to get across the last hole when suddenly she realizes-
-the clubhouse isn't there any more. There's just more forest.
...what just happened?
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"I can do those," she says with a tentative smile. She's had lots of practice, she might as well use it for someone she wants to help. Promise has been so nice.
Since she's already done meals and cleaning today, she settles for 'dress'. She starts sorting out the basket. Plain dress first, then something fancier? There's a couple smaller leaves she could use as a decoration, maybe- and the leaves are in enough shades that she could probably sort them out, she could do a dark green fading into lighter shades-
This will keep her occupied for a while.
Since she's already done meals and cleaning today, she settles for 'dress'. She starts sorting out the basket. Plain dress first, then something fancier? There's a couple smaller leaves she could use as a decoration, maybe- and the leaves are in enough shades that she could probably sort them out, she could do a dark green fading into lighter shades-
This will keep her occupied for a while.
imeanforever
And over the course of the next few weeks Promise learns how to make a gate, and collects from Emma a complete description of where she wants it to spit her out, and sets the gate to finding this location.
"That could take a while; I can check it a couple of times a day to see if it's settled," Promise says when she's done casting. "Will you tell me how to find you in case I want to visit the mortal world sometime for longer than I can easily bring my own food for?"
"That could take a while; I can check it a couple of times a day to see if it's settled," Promise says when she's done casting. "Will you tell me how to find you in case I want to visit the mortal world sometime for longer than I can easily bring my own food for?"
"Of course," Emma says instantly. Another person might worry about Promise getting people's names in her world- it vaguely crosses Emma's mind, but she dismisses it. This is Promise. She's wonderful, she rescued her. "It's close to the gate anyway, I don't know that many places-"
She obtains a piece of paper and writes down an address, phone number, and email address. The address includes very detailed directions from the gate to her house; the phone number and email address have shorter explanations, since she expects Promise would need to find a passerby to help her obtain a phone or email account anyway. Then she blinks at Promise. "How would you- people don't have wings, really. Can you hide them somehow...?"
She obtains a piece of paper and writes down an address, phone number, and email address. The address includes very detailed directions from the gate to her house; the phone number and email address have shorter explanations, since she expects Promise would need to find a passerby to help her obtain a phone or email account anyway. Then she blinks at Promise. "How would you- people don't have wings, really. Can you hide them somehow...?"
imeanforever
"I could wear a cloak. I might not come by at all, but if the Queen finds me here or something it would be nice to be able to escape. I'm not sure what else I'd do in the mortal world. What's it like?"
Emma's never been asked to explain the world before. She does not know quite where to start. "It's- much more complicated than this, I guess. More- stuff." Realizing this is a terrible description, she improvises. "For me, um. Houses are bigger? There's more kinds of things- more types of food, more types of clothing, that kind of stuff. No magic. No fairies. We- have made things that do things for us?" she tries. How does she explain cars and phones and airplanes and the Internet? "Things we sit in to go places fast, things to talk to people far away. Since there's no magic."
Then part of her brain catches up to her. "Wait, Queen?"
Then part of her brain catches up to her. "Wait, Queen?"
imeanforever
"There's a fairy who knows every other fairy's name, by magic, but there are a lot of fairies and she isn't nearby, so I probably won't get her attention any time soon. She's the Queen."
That sounds horrible. Someone could do what River did to her to Promise. No no no no no. She shivers violently, horrified. "You can come stay with me," she repeats. "Why does she- what does she even... do?"
imeanforever
"She knows the names just because of the kind of fairy she is; some kinds of fairies get magic with our kinds. She has a large court and takes whatever she wants."
Emma curls up around herself, trying desperately not to think about it. This world can be so awful in so many ways. She doesn't say that- or that she wants to go home, or that she wishes she'd never come here, or anything like that. It would be mean to Promise, who's been so nice, and helpful. And she's glad she met Promise, she likes her, it's not like everything about this world has been horrible. (Just a lot of it.) Promise is great.
"She shouldn't be able to do that," she says instead, quiet but firm. "No one should be able to do that."
"She shouldn't be able to do that," she says instead, quiet but firm. "No one should be able to do that."
"There's only one of her, right?" Promise did say 'kinds', there could be more than one of her kind, there could-
Nope, not thinking about this now.
Nope, not thinking about this now.
imeanforever
"If you know what a kind looks like you can usually identify them by looking, although there are usually other differences that aren't so obvious, too."
imeanforever
"That's what I'm led to understand, yes, just mortals in a few colors and all one kind."
"Find my parents," Emma says immediately. Then, "There's not- is- um. Time's the same, right? It'll just... be months. Or whatever. Not years, or anything?"
Emma had been calming down, but now she sort of furls right back up. "I didn't even- they could have been dead," she mumbles.