Odette ఒ "Etty" (
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It's past dark, but when you need the outhouse, you need the outhouse.
Isabel picks her way across the yard of her father's house in the moonlight, hoping to sneak back into bed without waking him.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 04:53 pm (UTC)
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Etty drops her forehead onto her knee and sobs again.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 04:54 pm (UTC)
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Nona curls up a little closer.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 04:59 pm (UTC)
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When they touch, Etty flinches back with a strangled squeak.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:01 pm (UTC)
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She settles back a little and doesn't say anything.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:01 pm (UTC)
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"I'm sorry," whispers Etty.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:02 pm (UTC)
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"Why?"
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:02 pm (UTC)
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"For - I know you're not him."
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:03 pm (UTC)
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"Me too. It's okay."
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:04 pm (UTC)
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Etty scrunches in on herself a bit more.
"I hope my wing is okay in the morning," she murmurs, cradling her hurt elbow.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:05 pm (UTC)
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"I don't know if it will be."
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:05 pm (UTC)
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"I don't either. But if it is I can -" She shakes her head ruefully. "Try flying."
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:07 pm (UTC)
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"I bet flying is fun."
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:07 pm (UTC)
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"I bet."
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:09 pm (UTC)
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She sighs.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:10 pm (UTC)
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Etty holds her arm in place and is quiet.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:12 pm (UTC)
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They could probably stay like that for a while.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:13 pm (UTC)
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They could.
Etty's certainly not going anywhere.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:14 pm (UTC)
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And Nona doesn't want to leave her alone, and she's slept in worse places. So.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:15 pm (UTC)
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Etty doesn't fall sleep.
She doesn't usually have nightmares, but there's no time like the present.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:16 pm (UTC)
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Nona does fall asleep.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:43 pm (UTC)
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Etty sits.
And cries, quietly, intermittently.
And at dawn she looks at the sun.
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growcrooked
2013-04-30 05:44 pm (UTC)
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The change comes.
Her wing is whole.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:46 pm (UTC)
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That's good.
At least she isn't in physical pain anymore.
She tries the wing.
She makes a few false starts, getting lift and then not knowing what to do with it -
And then she's in the air, wobbly but aloft, and she smooths her flight and does her level best to travel in a straight line,
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pythbox
2013-04-30 05:46 pm (UTC)
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It goes well enough, for a little while, and then - is that the lake up ahead?
It is.
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mute_pen
2013-04-30 05:47 pm (UTC)
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Etty doesn't understand.
She turns towards the rising sun, flies
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"I hope my wing is okay in the morning," she murmurs, cradling her hurt elbow.
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Etty's certainly not going anywhere.
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She doesn't usually have nightmares, but there's no time like the present.
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And cries, quietly, intermittently.
And at dawn she looks at the sun.
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Her wing is whole.
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At least she isn't in physical pain anymore.
She tries the wing.
She makes a few false starts, getting lift and then not knowing what to do with it -
And then she's in the air, wobbly but aloft, and she smooths her flight and does her level best to travel in a straight line, away.
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It is.
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She turns towards the rising sun, flies that way, keeping it ahead of her -
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