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Promise is on her way from the library, where she has been allowed the privilege of an hour's study of sorcery - directed in topic, but she was allowed to take (relevant) notes, and read (relevant) books, and was only lightly supervised.
Thorn sometimes likes to butter her up, such as it is, before calling her to his room. She thinks he's running elaborate multivariable experiments on what puts her in a marginally more or less cooperative mood. The obvious confounding factor is that after having been buttered up she has to walk to his room. Also, on this particular occasion, she was not allowed to heal herself of her (relatively minor, but still painful) injuries before she went to the library. She did her research with shredded wing-edges and a black eye and an almost decorative crosshatch of bright red cuts down the backs of her legs. This is Thorn, so it wasn't thoughtlessness, but she hasn't speculated much on what it is instead, besides - Thorn.
She walks carefully -
There's a ripple in the air. She walks right into it.
And then she is elsewhere. She can no longer make meaningful progress towards her appointment, so she stops walking. Her eyes flick left, right -
Well. It would be hard for this to be worse.
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imeanforever
"Do you like the food so far?" Anne asks anxiously. "I can bring other stuff if you don't!"
Thomas rolls his eyes. "You can't even use the stove. What would you make?"
"Can too!"
"Fine, but you're not allowed."
"There's stuff that doesn't need cooking!"
"Not worth eating," Thomas says firmly, but lets it drop.
Thomas rolls his eyes. "You can't even use the stove. What would you make?"
"Can too!"
"Fine, but you're not allowed."
"There's stuff that doesn't need cooking!"
"Not worth eating," Thomas says firmly, but lets it drop.
imeanforever
Well, Promise is not allowed to insincerely nod. So, headshake. Mortal food doesn't really agree with her.
"I'll try other things," Anne promises.
Over the next few meals, Promise will get... well, whatever Anne is being fed that night. Along with questions if it is any better, and if certain things are better than certain past things (so if none of it really works, she can at least aim for better bad food).
Over the next few meals, Promise will get... well, whatever Anne is being fed that night. Along with questions if it is any better, and if certain things are better than certain past things (so if none of it really works, she can at least aim for better bad food).
imeanforever
Promise prefers vegetables and fruit and nuts to other things. The less processed the better.
In that case, the boys will happily help Anne scrounge food. Dinner plates in the Marino household have never been this vegetable-free before.
Promise will continue to be fed, and bandaged, by excited small children for another couple of days. If she's paying attention, she will pick up at least Michael's name in the process when he is badgered into playing nurse. Patrick loses interest quickly- "fairies are girls stuff," and his Superman action figure has become much more interesting since Superman might be real too- and Thomas is rather timid, but Anne remains endlessly fascinated. She has yet to get anything out of Fairy Lady other than nods or head shakes, but that has not stopped her yet.
It's just past dinner and Anne is in Michael's room, holding some re-purposed carrots and broccoli and trying to convince Michael to come with her outside to the shed.
"Pleeeease, Mikey? I don't know how to bandage!"
"Then you should learn," Michael says grumpily. "Help with Patrick."
"But I don't know how yet."
"Then practice. I'm reading. Drag someone else to the shed."
It's just past dinner and Anne is in Michael's room, holding some re-purposed carrots and broccoli and trying to convince Michael to come with her outside to the shed.
"Pleeeease, Mikey? I don't know how to bandage!"
"Then you should learn," Michael says grumpily. "Help with Patrick."
"But I don't know how yet."
"Then practice. I'm reading. Drag someone else to the shed."
bright_and_beautiful
Michael had left one of his books in the kitchen again. Walking into his room to return it, Jenny catches that last bit. "The shed? Why are you going to the shed?"
Guilty silences and shifty eyes ensue.
"We- just-" she growls in frustration. "Can I show you? You won't believe me."
bright_and_beautiful
"...fine. Shed, now."
Followed by a shamefaced, sulking Anne, Jenny walks into the shed, and stops dead in shock. The noise she makes is completely incomprehensible, but definitely surprised.
Followed by a shamefaced, sulking Anne, Jenny walks into the shed, and stops dead in shock. The noise she makes is completely incomprehensible, but definitely surprised.
imeanforever
Promise didn't want to consciously apply names to boys, but she couldn't help it. She has those names now, snapped to where they go.
This older human she doesn't know a name for. She blinks up at her, from her sitting position that doesn't put her cut-up legs directly on the ground.
This older human she doesn't know a name for. She blinks up at her, from her sitting position that doesn't put her cut-up legs directly on the ground.
bright_and_beautiful
"You're- you have wings!" Jenny says blankly. "How are- what- what are you?"
She is ignoring Anne's insistent "fairy lady" from behind her. Fairies aren't a thing, they're a story.
...She'd thought.
She is ignoring Anne's insistent "fairy lady" from behind her. Fairies aren't a thing, they're a story.
...She'd thought.
imeanforever
Still not allowed to talk. Cannot communicate "yep, fairy" in nodding. She flaps her wings slightly, not enough to sting the still-healing ragged edges.
bright_and_beautiful
"Aaaagh. You can't just- just- sit there and be mysterious," Jenny says in exasperation. "You... Somehow have wings? And have been hanging out with my siblings, apparently! Why? What are you? Who are you? Say something!"
imeanforever
"Something," blurts Promise unexpectedly -
(the little mortals must have taken some food from this one at some point it must have been hers enough to count)
"I'm a fairy," she adds quickly before the leeway of "something" wears off, "called Promise and right now I can only talk if you personally directly tell me to."
(the little mortals must have taken some food from this one at some point it must have been hers enough to count)
"I'm a fairy," she adds quickly before the leeway of "something" wears off, "called Promise and right now I can only talk if you personally directly tell me to."
bright_and_beautiful
"She talked!" Anne exclaims from the door. "She's never done that before!"
Jenny puts her face in her hands. "I have no idea what's going ooooon," she moans. "Okaaaay, then. Anne, wait outside please. I'll shout if I need you, all right?"
Anne leaves, reluctantly, to slump sulkily against the outside wall of the shed. Jenny takes a breath. "Now. Er... Promise, right? You can- okay, eek, I don't know how to do this. Or what this is. Or, like, anything, geez. So... I, personally, directly, am telling you to talk. Like... what's going on?!"
Jenny puts her face in her hands. "I have no idea what's going ooooon," she moans. "Okaaaay, then. Anne, wait outside please. I'll shout if I need you, all right?"
Anne leaves, reluctantly, to slump sulkily against the outside wall of the shed. Jenny takes a breath. "Now. Er... Promise, right? You can- okay, eek, I don't know how to do this. Or what this is. Or, like, anything, geez. So... I, personally, directly, am telling you to talk. Like... what's going on?!"
imeanforever
Promise takes a deep breath. "Sometimes natural tears between Fairyland and the mortal world open. They're basically impossible to detect and I walked into one and wound up in the yard out there with the little mortals and they put me here. I can't fly right now so I didn't leave."
bright_and_beautiful
Jenny looks around in alarm. "Is it still there? Aw, geez, Anne's not going to fall through or anything, is she?"
imeanforever
Promise shakes her head. "If it were still there I'd have to go back."
bright_and_beautiful
That's... quite a face. If Anne ever made that face, Jenny would probably become extremely violent at whoever caused it. Despite the fact that Promise looks a fair bit older than she is, she's shorter and winged and Jenny is allowed to be irrational about her surprise background fairy.
"I mean. You can't stay in our shed for ever and ever? But you don't have to go back if you don't want to... er, I mean, can I help at all?"
"I mean. You can't stay in our shed for ever and ever? But you don't have to go back if you don't want to... er, I mean, can I help at all?"
imeanforever
"...If you could just repeat the sentence I rescind all your orders that would be enormously helpful."