summoned

[mute_pen]

Etty is awoken not by her transformation, but by her summons, a few minutes after dark. In her sleep, she drifted to shore; she's lying in human form - arm intact - half in and half out of the water when she feels it.

It's very insistent.

She cannot bring herself to move. She tries - she does; intellectually she knows it's the smart thing to do - but - she can't. Cannot get up and go to him.

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[pythbox]

She is alone with her thoughts for the rest of the night.

[mute_pen]

And then in the morning, she is healed.

And a swan.

She has been too pained to give in to exhaustion. Now she is not. She sits right where she is and puts her head on her back and falls asleep.

When she wakes, she flies.

[growcrooked]

In the castle, someone is screaming.

[mute_pen]

Etty has enough control over her path now to go by the windows.

[growcrooked]

The screaming is not coming from anywhere she can directly see.

[mute_pen]

Etty lands on the roof.

Maybe if she's on the roof when she changes again she can just dive off of it in response to the next summons. He doesn't seem to prefer to rape her when she's badly hurt. Based on one sample, anyway.

She sits.

She isn't sure she wants to know what's happening, but any, any clues could get her out, away -

[growcrooked]

The screaming goes on for some time, and then stops.

[mute_pen]

Etty waits for sunset.

[pythbox]

Sunset comes, and the summons with it.

[mute_pen]

Etty transforms, and finds that the roof is - is really very high, when she can't fly.

She's not going to be able to jump.

"I'm -" she squeaks. And then louder. "I'm up here."

[pythbox]

The summons continues.

[mute_pen]

Etty sits on the roof.

After a moment she starts looking for a way down that doesn't call for wings.

[pythbox]

The roof is generally lacking in those. There are a few ways to climb down, but none of them look promising.

[mute_pen]

She will inevitably fall if she tries one.

She peers at some of the pokier stones in the wall below her, dubiously, and shivers.

[pythbox]

A large owl takes off from one of the nearby towers and flies directly to her.

The Baron stands on the roof and folds his arms.

[mute_pen]

"I couldn't get down," she whispers.

[pythbox]

"And if I take you down, will you come to dinner?"

[mute_pen]

She's -

Starving, actually.

"Yes."

[pythbox]

The owl flies her down to just outside the front gate; the Baron leads her inside. The table fills itself.

[mute_pen]

Etty eats.

[pythbox]

The Baron also eats.

And when he is finished, the table clears itself, and he gets up and puts his hand on her shoulder.

[mute_pen]

She -

Looks at his hand.

She desperately needs to get at that scroll and process. She is going to fall apart if she doesn't, just completely fall to bits.

She's not going to have any chance if he beats her like he did last night.

She swallows.

And waits for an order.

[pythbox]

"Run along, my swan."

[mute_pen]

Run -

Run along?

She gets up out of her chair slowly, keeping an eye on him.

[pythbox]

He lets go of her shoulder and turns away, apparently expecting her not to follow.