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]

The owl fishes her out of the water again and drops her on the shore.

The Baron puts his hands on her shoulders and squeezes where his talons were digging in a moment ago.

"Come with me," he says.

[mute_pen]

Etty hisses in pain, shrinks in fear. "I'm begging you," she pleads, "please, please, please -"

[pythbox]

He drags her to the edge of the water and shoves her into it facefirst, stepping on her back to prevent her from climbing out.

[mute_pen]

Etty struggles to no avail. She holds her breath, as long as she can, and lets it out, and inhales water and chokes and squirms.

[pythbox]

The Baron holds her under for long enough that anyone else would definitely be dead.

Then he lets her up.

[mute_pen]

She has practice, now, at recovering from lungsful of water.

She does.

[pythbox]

The Baron waits.

[mute_pen]

"You can," she coughs, "pick me up and carry me wherever you want me to be - why do you need me to walk to it - why do you need me to pretend willing -"

[pythbox]

"These tantrums are unbecoming, my swan."

[mute_pen]

"I should like nothing better than to be so unbecoming that you never want to see me or touch me again!" Etty shrieks heedlessly.

[pythbox]

The Baron scowls thunderously and punches her in the stomach.

[mute_pen]

Etty vomits lakewater and bile into the mud.

[pythbox]

When she appears to be finished, he grabs her by her hair and drags her upright and punches her again.

[mute_pen]

Etty makes an abortive pained sound.

Till dawn. Till dawn. At dawn she will be fixed.

[pythbox]

The baron hits her again.

And again. And again. And again.

[mute_pen]

Etty isn't even making noise anymore.

Just thinking dawn dawn dawn like a mantra to the rhythm of her own heartbeat, pounding in her ears.

[pythbox]

Dawn is many hours away, and the baron is extremely patient.

[mute_pen]

He's not leaving her in much of a condition to be able to walk even if every fiber of her being wished it, nonetheless.

[pythbox]

Her walking is no longer the point.

When she's covered in bruises and no longer able to stand, he pushes her into the lake again and leaves.

[mute_pen]

All right.

So -

There are choices.

Etty crawls to a point where she can rest her head in the mud without effortfully keeping her head above water, and she goes limp, and she contemplates these choices.

[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.