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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?
imeanforever
"Do you want something to do so you aren't bored? You can read my books if you want. Or take a nap. I don't really have any chores lined up for you."
"Oh, um, I was bored a lot, it's not a big deal. You don't have to amuse me. You rescued me."
She hopes. It's promising so far, at least.
She hopes. It's promising so far, at least.
imeanforever
"Okay, well, you can read my books if you want. I don't recommend you leave the house. You probably won't be bothered." Promise picks up a bag that looks like it's made of a giant flower petal.
Emma requires absolutely no convincing to stay in the house and avoid other fairies. "Um, okay, thanks," she manages to mumble. (Social niceties are not her strength right now.)
She stays put, for the most part. It's practically a habit now. She dusts everything, feeling that she should do something useful, and finding dusting the most likely "helpful and unlikely to disturb anything" of available activities. She skims the titles on the bookshelf when she gets to it; most of the titles look hopelessly obscure but she does briefly page through one that looks like fairy tales (hah).
Mostly, she just sits and hopes.
She stays put, for the most part. It's practically a habit now. She dusts everything, feeling that she should do something useful, and finding dusting the most likely "helpful and unlikely to disturb anything" of available activities. She skims the titles on the bookshelf when she gets to it; most of the titles look hopelessly obscure but she does briefly page through one that looks like fairy tales (hah).
Mostly, she just sits and hopes.
imeanforever
Promise is back a few hours later with more books.
"Did you get hungry while I was out?" she inquires, unloading these onto her little table.
"Did you get hungry while I was out?" she inquires, unloading these onto her little table.
imeanforever
"Okay, I'll get you a snack and start studying." Promise gets her some nuts and feeds them to her. They are soft and salty.
Emma eats quietly and tries to stay out of the way. She was more curious, before. Now, it's more a sense of I should help, she rescued me that prompted her to say, "Um, can I... help, at all? With the gate thing?"
imeanforever
"Humans can learn sorcery, but you aren't going to get up to speed enough to help with the gate before I finish learning how by myself."
"Um. I could organize things? Your books? Or clean, or-" she won't suggest going outside to hunt for food, she doesn't want to ever leave until it's to go home, "cook, or something?"
imeanforever
"If you want to, you can cook and clean. The books are organized, please don't rearrange them."
"I can cook, or clean, if it-" would get me home faster, "-would help. I'm... only okay at it," she admits, "but I don't mind."
imeanforever
"Like I said, you can. You don't have to. Oh, and I don't really have a bed for you, but you can put some spare pillows and a blanket on the floor."
"Oh, um, that's fine, that's... I mean, that's better than River's still by a lot..." Emma hurries to assure her.
Not being forced to sit in a corner all night while you sleep will be an enormous improvement just by itself.
Not being forced to sit in a corner all night while you sleep will be an enormous improvement just by itself.
imeanforever
"Okay. I don't know what time you've been keeping, go ahead and sleep whenever you're tired."
And Promise starts investigating the books she got.
And Promise starts investigating the books she got.
Emma sits quietly in the corner. She wasn't planning on it, per se- she's gotten out of the habit of planning things to do with her time- but she just. Wants to stay out of the way.
For all that, she's been running on adrenaline most of the day- and if she'd had the energy to think about it, fear-based adrenaline for most of her time with River as well- and she finds herself passing out in the corner without even really meaning to.
For all that, she's been running on adrenaline most of the day- and if she'd had the energy to think about it, fear-based adrenaline for most of her time with River as well- and she finds herself passing out in the corner without even really meaning to.
imeanforever
When Emma wakes up she finds a blanket over her and a pillow tucked under her head, and Promise asleep up in the little bed-nook above the bookshelves.
Well.
Emma hasn't been recognized as a person for indeterminate months now; she certainly hasn't seen kindness. She sits for a while, stroking the blanket and crying. (She's very good at silently crying, now.)
Eventually she gathers herself together and tries to find things to do. She folds her blanket and pillow and tucks them on a shelf in the corner. She mixes up a fairly simple mix of nuts in one of the bowls, that River had shown her how to make, and sets it aside for Promise. She finds something vaguely resembling a mop (which seems quieter than sweeping, and she doesn't want to wake Promise) and starts on cleaning the floors.
Emma hasn't been recognized as a person for indeterminate months now; she certainly hasn't seen kindness. She sits for a while, stroking the blanket and crying. (She's very good at silently crying, now.)
Eventually she gathers herself together and tries to find things to do. She folds her blanket and pillow and tucks them on a shelf in the corner. She mixes up a fairly simple mix of nuts in one of the bowls, that River had shown her how to make, and sets it aside for Promise. She finds something vaguely resembling a mop (which seems quieter than sweeping, and she doesn't want to wake Promise) and starts on cleaning the floors.
imeanforever
Promise wakes up a while later. She finds the nuts, eats most of them, and offers Emma some.
Emma eats the nuts, pours herself some water, and then casts around for something to do with herself. Promise saved her, she's helping her go home. She doesn't want to just- sit here.
Once she's cleaned the bowl of nuts, however, she's out of bright ideas. She finally picks a book at near-random and sits in the corner reading.
She peeks at Promise occasionally, half-curious, half-wishing to help.
Once she's cleaned the bowl of nuts, however, she's out of bright ideas. She finally picks a book at near-random and sits in the corner reading.
She peeks at Promise occasionally, half-curious, half-wishing to help.
imeanforever
Promise appears to be reading and diligently taking notes on what she's reading.
When she catches Emma peeping she says, "Do you need something?"
When she catches Emma peeping she says, "Do you need something?"
"No, no no, I don't need anything," Emma flushes, embarrassed to be caught. "I just- wish I could be more helpful."
imeanforever
"I could think of things to fill time, if the books are boring you, but they'd be unrelated to the gate."
"I didn't mean- I can be helpful with non-gate things," she clarifies hurriedly. "I just feel- if there's something, anything, I could do to make your life easier, since you're doing all this work to help me..."
imeanforever
"Well, keeping the place clean is helpful, and so is fixing meals, and if you want there's leaves and sewing needles in the basket over there for making dresses and I can always do with more of those."