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.

Comments

[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.

[mute_pen]

...No Nona?

[growcrooked]

No Nona.

[mute_pen]

Etty eats fruit and processes and makes sure she has her scroll and pen and ink away before sunrise. She goes swimming with the last few hours before light; it's more fun when one doesn't float so automatically. And she wants to confirm that she doesn't have a residual fear of drowning. (She doesn't.)

[growcrooked]

There's more screaming from the castle that day.

[mute_pen]

Etty wonders if screaming helps. Along any dimension.

If she doesn't get out of here soon, she supposes she'll have plenty of chances to test this and other hypotheses about what might help.

[growcrooked]

It seems to help Nona, anyway, or at least there's no obvious competing explanation for why she does so much of it.

[mute_pen]

Or maybe it's just what she does, like freezing and shivering is what Etty does.

[growcrooked]

That could be it, too.

[mute_pen]

Etty arranges to be on dry land at sunset.

[pythbox]

Tonight, there is a summons.