forgotten

[mute_pen]

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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[growcrooked]

"I'm probably never going to see the world outside the lake again. I don't have anything to look forward to except my father's death or mine, and after the prince I was sure I'd never see either, until you showed up. Now - " She sighs. "I have no idea."

[mute_pen]

"Carl must be frantic. I'm sure I woke him when I screamed or he might have gone without noticing till dawn, but..."

[growcrooked]

"Is he likely to make trouble about you? The baron might have gone to kill him, if so."

[mute_pen]

[growcrooked]

"Sorry," she adds.

[mute_pen]

Etty covers her face with both hands and attempts to cry very quietly.

[growcrooked]

For a few seconds, she just watches.

Then she picks up a blanket and wraps it gently around Etty's shoulders.

[mute_pen]

Etty tucks the blanket in around herself and continues to weep. "I know your father is - is who he is - but mine, I love him, and he would make trouble, does the Baron know that? How would he know, when he just picked me up out of the yard...?"

[growcrooked]

"He would've been watching you first," she says. "He does that. He's gone for months, sometimes, when he's looking for a new Odette. Has to find just the right one."

[mute_pen]

Etty whimpers.

[growcrooked]

The baron's daughter leads her gently to the bed and sits her down and hugs her.

[mute_pen]

Etty cries on her shoulder, quite effectively distracted from the nudity at this point.

[growcrooked]

"You can cry all you want," she says, "I don't mind."

[mute_pen]

"I think," sniffs Etty, "I'll be done soon. It won't help him if I cry. Or me, or you, or anyone."

There's an odd creeping warm feeling up her back. Sunrise approaching, maybe, she has no idea what it feels like to turn into a swan, but when she lifts her head and wipes the blur out of her eyes the sky out the window is as dark and starry as before.

[growcrooked]

The baron's daughter hugs her some more. "I know what you mean," she murmurs. "But sometimes I cry anyway."

[mute_pen]

"I know," says Etty ruefully, and she hugs back.

[growcrooked]

Hugs. Snuggly blankety hugs.

[mute_pen]

"I am so afraid of losing my mind," Etty murmurs. "Of writing so carefully so I don't forget and one day looking at the scroll and not remembering what it's for, or not being able to read it."

[growcrooked]

"I know," she says. "It'll be years, at least. Years and years."

[mute_pen]

"Depends on what goes first. I don't know why he cares if Odettes have minds left, but it's probably not for our literacy or our introspection."

[growcrooked]

"I don't think what the Baron wants matters that much to how the spell works, or there wouldn't be a way to break it like there is."

[mute_pen]

"Did he just - find the entire curse in a book, or is part of how you build spells a matter of obeying restrictions like allowing a way to break them?"

[growcrooked]

I'm supposed to know?" she snorts. "I just know he wouldn't have made it like that if he'd had a choice."

[mute_pen]

"No," agrees Etty, sighing, "I suppose he wouldn't. How do you light candles and freeze raindrops?"

[growcrooked]

"With magic," she says, leaning her head on Etty's shoulder. "I don't know how to teach it; I've never tried before."