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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[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!"

[inherpiety]

"That would be really sad, if we had to trade pastries for Mom otherwise optimizing the world!"

[fortissima]

"It would! I would ask her to make there be pastries again."

[inherpiety]

"And she would send an aaaaangel to fix your problem," laughs Keziah.

[fortissima]

"But then," exclaims Damaris, "I would have to give them pastries!"

[inherpiety]

"Are you saying you won't share? Will I have to fight you to get some of my own pastries where we're going?" cackles Keziah.

[fortissima]

"You can have all the pastries that are yours," says Damaris.

[inherpiety]

"Who decides which ones are mine, huh?"

[fortissima]

"Me."

[inherpiety]

"Who died and made you captain of Jovah?" snorts Keziah.

[fortissima]

Damaris giggles.

[inherpiety]

"I wonder what Yseult and Céleste are doing right now, they don't have to go through the motions of being professional angels... I wonder how old they are now. And if they have little sisters by now."

[fortissima]

"That's a weird thought," laughs Damaris. "I wonder if we'll be older than they are, when Jane comes back?"

[inherpiety]

"You were once!" says Keziah. "I mean, not exactly, but our mom was pregnant with you when Rose hadn't even decided to have Yseult."

[fortissima]

"I don't think that counts," she says, giggling.