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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[growcrooked]

Nona wakes.

Nona smiles.

Nona reaches for Etty.

[mute_pen]

Etty watches the hand approach and doesn't move.

[growcrooked]

So Nona pets her feathers.

[mute_pen]

Etty leans the entire length of her neck along Nona's arm.

[growcrooked]

"I love you," she murmurs. "I want to love you forever."

The curse likes that a lot.

[mute_pen]

Etty fluffs her wings and makes a sort of a whistling noise. She hasn't figured out all her available vocalizations but she thinks this one sounds happy.

[growcrooked]

Nona grins and cuddles her some more.

[mute_pen]

When Nona gets close enough Etty can actually get her neck a fair bit of the way around Nona's neck.

[growcrooked]

Nona giggles.

[mute_pen]

Etty whistle-sounds again. She puts her neck back in a more natural position, and then, after a moment's indecision, bites a dangling lock of Nona's hair.

[growcrooked]

She giggles again and pets Etty some more. Does Etty want to be in her lap? Nona thinks that it would be lovely to have Etty in her lap.

[mute_pen]

Etty will happily sit in Nona's lap.

[growcrooked]

Nona likes that! She has a lapful of fluffy feathery cuddly swan-person.

[mute_pen]

She does! Her fluffy feathery cuddly swan-person lapful sits and tucks her head under her wing.

[growcrooked]

Pet pet pet?

[mute_pen]

Feather-rustle. Etty is going to try to sleep now.

[growcrooked]

Okay. Nona is going to hug her while she does that.

[mute_pen]

That is exactly what Etty had in mind!

Zzzz.

[growcrooked]

Snuggly!

[mute_pen]

Etty wakes up about eight hours later. She untucks her head from her wing.

[growcrooked]

Nona is gone, but the clothes she was wearing remain, made into a little nest for Etty.

[mute_pen]

Awww.

Etty takes off, and she flies. The nature of the curse means she can fly in a straight line till sunset, and not worry about getting lost.

[pythbox]

Sunset comes and goes. No summons.

[mute_pen]

This fact is so utterly welcome.

Etty goes into the orchard to uncover her writing supplies again.

[pythbox]

No summons, no summons, no summons.