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.

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[pythbox]

"How much is a little bit?" inquires Junia.

[inherpiety]

"I can do small things, and not too many at once before I have to go back to Mom or Dad to get more magic," says Keziah. "Uuuum, I fixed the window in the big choir room? Mark thought John did it and John thought Mark did it but it was really me."

[pythbox]

"That is magic," Junia says thoughtfully.

[inherpiety]

"Yeah!" says Keziah. "My mom can fix anything, that's what I meant. So - so now you can stay."

[pythbox]

"Yes," says Junia. She blushes slightly. "I wonder what I will say to - to - I forget who I told that I was leaving."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Provided you didn't tell them why, it should be fairly simple to simply say that your plans changed."

[pythbox]

"I am not good at - saying. Things. To people," says Junia, wings drooping.

[inherpiety]

"I can tell if you want," volunteers Keziah, "if anyone asks."

[pythbox]

She nods hesitantly.

[inherpiety]

[jovahs_heiress]

"Do either of you have any more questions or need any more help right now?" asks Isabella.

[pythbox]

Junia shakes her head.

[alicornucopia]

Junia's mother also shakes her head, and she goes and hugs her daughter and sighs with relief into her hair.

[jovahs_heiress]

"All right then. Don't hesitate to let me know if something does come up."

And out Isabella goes.

[pythbox]

Junia hugs her mother.

[inherpiety]

Keziah shifts her weight awkwardly, then goes out after her own mother. Junia is not leaving and that means she has more time to be indecisive, right?

[pythbox]

Junia does not, indeed, leave.

[inherpiety]

It's about two weeks later when Keziah develops the courage to ask her:

"Sometime if you want maybe do you think we could do a harmonics, like together, whatever song you want except I have a really high range so not something alto-y but whatever song we both can sing is fine?"

[pythbox]

"Yes," says Junia, blinking at her.

[inherpiety]

"Okay, um, what songs do you like?"

[pythbox]

"I like many songs!" says Junia. "Do you have a favourite?"

[inherpiety]

"Um, I like - the Coruscating Praises?"

[pythbox]

"Okay!" says Junia. "We can sing those."

[inherpiety]

"Okay! Um - when is a good time?"

[pythbox]

"I do not know what times are free next week," she says. "Do you?"