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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[carillons]

Damaris takes off again, the better to keep an eye on her sister.

[campanas]

Swoop! Swoop! Wheeeeeee!

[carillons]

Wheee.

[inherpiety]

Keziah has been flying for a while, but when she is twelve, it is time for her to go on her first intercession as soon as something suitable within her flying range is found.

[fortissima]

Her older sister offers to take her along.

[inherpiety]

"Okay!" says Keziah.

And in due time there is a request for cooling, just seventy-five miles northeast of the Eyrie. It's too hot up there.

[fortissima]

Isabella's daughters to the rescue!

[inherpiety]

Two of them, anyway! Off they go. "Is this fun?" asks Keziah as they head out. "The whole thing. I know flying is fun and singing is fun."

[fortissima]

"Flying is fun, singing is fun, grateful villagers feeding you pastries is fun," says Damaris.

[inherpiety]

"You and your pastries," giggles Keziah.

[fortissima]

"Pastries are nice!" she defends.

[inherpiety]

"Yeah, but what does it matter where we get them?" laughs Keziah. "If the cafeteria serves them or if the villagers give them out or if you conjure one?" (Both of them are now considered mature enough to have little strings of triangles and squares invisibly on their persons.)

[fortissima]

"I just like making people happy, I guess."

[inherpiety]

"I guess it's a better hobby than putting tacks on people's chairs."

[fortissima]

"Ow," giggles Damaris.

[inherpiety]

"Yeah, not an appropriate angelic calling," Keziah grins.

[fortissima]

"Unless you know a lot of people who really like to sit on tacks."

[inherpiety]

"I don't!" says Keziah. "...Do you think our lives will be a whole lot different, when everybody knows about things? Mom could fix all the weather everywhere for good, easy, she just doesn't because it'd be showy. Are we learning pointless stuff?"

[fortissima]

"...A little bit pointless," says Damaris. "Not completely pointless. She might fix all the weather, but I don't think she's going to get rid of 'angels go places and fix things'. And it isn't pointless now - we're going to have to do it for years before she does anything like that."

[inherpiety]

"You think it'll still be, 'angels go fix things', not just 'people who work for Mom go fix things'? Because - once everyone knows, anybody could fly, or even teleport, and be better at fixing stuff than we are now, and everyone will know angels are just genetically engineered."

[fortissima]

"We'll see, I guess."

[inherpiety]

"I guess we can go fix things, either way."

[fortissima]

"Yep!"

[inherpiety]

"And probably get pastries, even."

[fortissima]

"I sure hope so!"