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[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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[mute_pen]

The transformation doesn't wake Etty; she sleeps a few hours longer.

And then she opens her eyes.

Being a swan is strange. It doesn't hurt - it doesn't feel like she's been mangled into this shape - but it's not fully natural either; she's the bird equivalent of an infant who can't find her toes. (Though she is a grown swan, not a cygnet. She figures this out in the course of learning how to operate her spectacularly flexible neck; her wings and feet are quite pinned in the cuddling.)

[growcrooked]

The baron's daughter sleeps on.

[mute_pen]

She really is very pretty.

Etty bends her neck every which way, which takes a long while given all the options, and then she starts trying to extract a wing.

[growcrooked]

The blankets aren't so tangled as to make escape truly impossible.

[mute_pen]

With her wings out, Etty manages to fumble her way across the bed so she won't disturb the baron's daughter as she experiments with the new joints and the sensation of wind resistance when she moves. Her feet also take some figuring; the knees bend the wrong way and she's got the wrong number of toes.

[growcrooked]

The baron's daughter wakes.

"Oh, you," she murmurs. "Aren't you pretty."

[mute_pen]

Etty dips her head.

[growcrooked]

"You are," she says, delighted. "D'you want the window or the door?"

[mute_pen]

Etty's pretty sure she can't really walk, let alone fly - though she's definitely going to try flying, soon - and she turns her head in the direction of the door.

[growcrooked]

"Okay."

She walks over and picks Etty up, and then she carries her out of the room and down the tower stairs.

[mute_pen]

Etty nestles comfortably in her arms for this trip. But halfway down the stairs she finds her voice and peeps a soft swan noise.

[growcrooked]

"Mm? What is it?"

[mute_pen]

Can swans give withering looks? This one is going to try. She cannot answer the question. But she can lift her head up and look over the baron's daughter's shoulder back the way they came.

[growcrooked]

"Okay," she says, puzzled, and she carries Etty back up.

[mute_pen]

Etty points her beak at the scroll and ink and pen.

[growcrooked]

"Oh, that," she says, and puts down her armful of swan, and frowns thoughtfully.

[mute_pen]

Etty looks up at her. Surely she can just make two trips if she can make one? But she can't ask.

[growcrooked]

"I'll bring it out to you later," she says, and picks Etty up again.

[mute_pen]

Etty nods and settles her head on her own back for the ride. (It's kind of fun to do that once she's gotten over the concern that she will injure herself doing it.)

[growcrooked]

Down they go.

[mute_pen]

Etty waits to be put down. Not particularly impatiently. The baron's daughter is pleasant to be held by.

[growcrooked]

Just outside another of the side doors, the baron's daughter puts her down, then leans down and kisses her on the beak.

[mute_pen]

This surprises a little sound out of Etty.

[growcrooked]

She grins.

"Can you get in the orchard?" she asks. "I'll leave your things there."

[mute_pen]

Etty is not sure.

She tries walking a step.

It doesn't work very well, and she's not used to catching herself when she's working with wings instead of arms.