per admirabilem ascensionem tuam

[jovahs_heiress]

Peninnah is now five, and her wingspan should be sufficient to carry her aloft; she's just having a little trouble with the necessary coordination. Isabella has worked with her, and so has Rinnah, but Peninnah is impatient and has given up on both of them in favor of asking Damaris for help, on the poorly articulated theory that Damaris, at age thirteen, is closer to Peninnah's own size and might make more sense.

Comments

[inherpiety]

"What if by the time Jane is back you and Yseult are both grown up and married? Do you think the people you marry will be alts?"

[fortissima]

"I have no idea. I have no idea how I could have an idea. I have no idea if I'm going to get married!"

[inherpiety]

"If you did get married what kind of person would you want to marry?"

[fortissima]

"Somebody I got along with, I guess."

[inherpiety]

"I wonder if by the time we grow up it will be allowed to marry other angels?"

[fortissima]

"Why, are you looking at any?"

[inherpiety]

"Nooooo!"

[fortissima]

"Are you sure?"

[inherpiety]

"Yeah?"

[fortissima]

She laughs.

[inherpiety]

"Well, what if I was?"

[fortissima]

"Then you'd have to wait a while, I guess. Or arrange special dispensation."

[inherpiety]

"Only if she liked me, though."

[fortissima]

"There is that."

[inherpiety]

Flap, flap.

[fortissima]

Flap flap.

"Almost there!"

[inherpiety]

"Ooh, do you see it? I don't see it."

[fortissima]

"Over there!"

[inherpiety]

Keziah requires a little more altitude and some squinting, but then she can see it. "Ooh. Cool. Wow, it is too warm around here, isn't it."

[fortissima]

"That's what we're here for!"

And after a little more flying to get them over the right area, it is time to sing.

[inherpiety]

Keziah has about an average angel's voice along all dimensions, except that she can sing ludicrously high notes with it.

[fortissima]

Damaris is, as always, louder than your average angel.

[inherpiety]

And lo, they are heard!

It begins to cool off quite nicely.

[fortissima]

A job well done.

And will there be pastries?

[inherpiety]

Looks like in this town there are little cakes and caramel apples. Keziah is just as happy.