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She shrugs. "Okay. Then that's where I'll put it. He hardly ever goes there."

Etty nods again, then tries walking some more. She's not very good at it; if she thinks through each step in full detail she overbalances halfway through and if she tries to speed up she forgets how her joints work.

She giggles.

Etty clacks her beak at the baron's daughter. She stumbles over to the water, where at least she can expect to float if she forgets how to work her legs.

The baron's daughter goes back inside.

A little while later, she hides pen and ink and scroll in the orchard.

Etty divides her day between napping - so she'll be able to stay up all night - and figuring out how swans work. She can flap her wings by the end of the day, but hasn't worked out how to actually take off.

She sits on the shore when the sun starts going down.

The other swans all cluster on the shore by the castle as the sun sets.

There is a definite warning - a heaviness in her limbs, a fizzing in her bones. It goes on for a little while, as the sun sinks below the treetops; when the glow is fading from the western horizon, the change finally happens. All at once, she's a woman again, complete with pretty white dress.

Well -

Strange sensation, that, not something she'd do recreationally, but it could be worse.

Etty gets up and heads for the orchard.

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The orchard is right up next to the castle, and of its four walls, the one that it shares with the castle grounds is thick enough to walk on.

Someone is standing on it.

Etty waves.

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The baron's daughter waves back. She appears to have put on clothes of some kind.

Then she climbs over the edge of the wall and drops to the floor of the orchard. It makes an unpleasant sound when she lands.

Etty blinks.

Then she moves - at a brisk walk; she knows how these legs work but that doesn't mean they work well - around to the gate and into the orchard.

She walks up to the orchard gate not long after Etty steps through it.

The clothes are her fathers - is her father's, a shirt and nothing else. It hangs loose, half-buttoned. She isn't wearing shoes. If the fall injured her, she shows no sign of it.