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[shesepankh]

Kindergarten teacher Renée Higgenbotham Swan (36) was killed in a car crash one mile from her residence in Phoenix, AZ, January 9, 2005. She is survived by her daughter Isabella (16). Her service will be held at -

Bella has the entire obituary pasted into a page of one of her compilation notebooks but tends not to re-read past the first lines. It's repellent. The concept of obituaries is repellent. The funeral is over. Renée's vibrant brief life has been summed up over the course of a paragraph, and is also over.

Bella pretends to sleep on the plane. Her neighbor is talkative and she doesn't want to say shut up, my mom just died, because - what if it doesn't work? What if this news doesn't have the power to bludgeon everyone else into stunned silence the way it does Bella?

Charlie collects her. Charlie hugs her. Charlie doesn't make her talk. Good wonderful understanding quiet Charlie does not say a word. He takes her home. Her room's where she left it last August.

It's raining.

Bella stays home, moving in, moping, for a day, and then she shows up at school, gray-faced and withdrawn. First class is English. Okay, whatever.

The teacher wants her to introduce herself. Bella wants to yank on the skinny end of his tie until he regrets making her.

She stands at the front of the room and says that her name is Bella Swan and she's moved here to live with her dad. The teacher makes an impatient go on gesture and she stands there for a moment before robotically saying the same thing she produced at the beginning of the year in her old school in Phoenix when they were doing go-around-the-room-and-share-facts. "I'm one of those people who actually likes Shakespeare."

He lets her sit down.

She sits.

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[castmyown]

When she falls he winces and moves to assist - but he's too late and just shuffles back awkwardly. "Yeah, takes a bit of practice."

"Well I haven't tried it, but I assume so? I'd have to go ask, I was just vaguely nervous about demons and not terrified that they would show up eventually. So it might be something weird like something holy, or blessed, or made out of the right type of tree."

[shesepankh]

"Okay, that sounds - useful to know, although I do rather doubt I'll be any good in a physical altercation it probably couldn't hurt to have something holy on my person. Does this have, like, religious implications that I should know about or are 'demon' and 'angel' just more or less facetious names for some appropriately-shaped mystical creatures that don't like each other in loosely the manner of sphinxes and dragons such that 'holy' is a property you can nonspiritually apply to objects, the way you can make things 'nonstick' or 'laminated'...?"

[castmyown]

"That was just a hypothesis, I don't know if actual holy things would even work. Never even seen a demon, I've just heard about them from my dad. I'd need to go be a magic nerd and study it. I have no idea what religious implications there are, though. There are probably some but I'm not particularly religious so I just kind of politely ignore them?"

[shesepankh]

"Well, I'm not particularly religious because I didn't think religion-y things existed in the world, but you've now issued fairly serious warnings about demons after demonstrating your ability to turn into a flying deer while I'm recovering from apparently being a sphinx, sooooo it might be time to reevaluate that."

[castmyown]

"Fair point. I can ask dad about the specifics of demons, he's seen them and was extremely serious about staying far, far away from them, I thought I should pass it on. It's also possible that religion-y things existed in the world and humans saw them be super magic and decided to worship them. So, I continue to have no idea and would need to do lots of studying to get an opinion on the subject."

[shesepankh]

"Right. This is going to be interesting if I don't just wake up." She sighs. "If I wake up I'm going to regret not trying to fly but if this is actually my life now it's kind of important I don't worry Charlie."

[castmyown]

"It's not a dream," promises Darren, again. "But yes, you shouldn't worry your dad. You can always fly later, this isn't going to go away. I can help with that, too, though Savannah's better at flying than I am."

[shesepankh]

"You keep saying that, but you realize that's not actually evidence? It's not really less likely that you'd say that if I'm dreaming."

[castmyown]

He snickers, a little. "Okay, fine, want me to start spouting out facts you can't possibly know that you can look up when you get home? To prove my sentience and how I have my own knowledge base."

[shesepankh]

"Well, if I'm not dreaming, I will continue to be able to trade in human parts for sphinx ones at will even after taking a nap, and that's going to be more convincing than something I could have forgotten I knew."

[castmyown]

"Right, which was why I wasn't trying that earlier and just saying, 'No this is not a dream.' I don't exactly have a way to prove that this isn't a dream other than to keep existing and not being a dream. So. Not a dream?"

[shesepankh]

"I don't expect you to singlehandedly prove to me that this isn't a dream. Look at me, operating in ways that will leave me safe and stable even if it is not instead of deciding to flap around for kicks. Just, be aware that I'm reserving judgment till I've woken up in bed and tried the tail thing."

[castmyown]

"Sure, I was in a daze right after I found out. Just sort of wandering around following dad and asking lots of questions. You're taking this remarkably well, considering."

He adds, wryly, "Despite insisting that I am probably a dream."

[shesepankh]

"Oh, I'm pretty sure there exists a real Darren. I think I fell asleep sometime today, not two weeks ago or whatever. Although to be perfectly honest with you if the last two weeks were a dream that would be kind of great?"

[castmyown]

"No offense taken," says Darren. "I understand completely."

Then, quietly, he adds, "Would you like a hug?"

[shesepankh]

"Yeah."

[castmyown]

Hug.

[shesepankh]

Hug.

She can apparently make her neck super long, she discovers by accident while trying to put her head on his shoulder. That's weird. She puts her neck back how it is supposed to be and gives up the shoulder project.

[castmyown]

He notices, and manages a little smile. "Oh, well, if I'm allowed to cheat on hugs..."

Out come the wings. He can hug her with them, too, but he's a little nervous about spooking her. So he'll ask, first. "Want to be extra-hugged?" he inquires, amused.

[shesepankh]

"Um, sure, but the neck thing was an accident. I'm going to need to practice before school. Lucky it's a Friday and I already did the shopping."

[castmyown]

"That's rather lucky. A few days should be enough to stop absently slipping a bit if you're paying attention, if you work at it."

She is then wrapped in feathery grey-blue wings. It's actually quite soft and comfy.

[shesepankh]

Mmmm.

"Thanks. ...But I don't want to be near the magic neon sign if there might be demons after me, let's keep walking."

[castmyown]

"Yeah, but you needed a hug."

Away go the wings, and he releases her from the embrace. Back to walking!

(He is mercifully not embarrassed by hugs. She needed one, he gave it, all is well. Completely normal.)

[shesepankh]

(She is not embarrassed either.)

"I wonder which of my parents it was. I don't think Charlie'd like to be a sphinx, so I guess either way he won't be disappointed about the lack of medallions."

[castmyown]

"Yeah. I don't know of a way to check without chucking a medallion at him, though, so - it might be a mystery. Maybe there's a way to figure out through magic without disrupting the spell if he's a sphinx."