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]

"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.

[fortissima]

Ooh, caramel apples. Those might be even better than pastries.

[inherpiety]

They are pretty swell!

Keziah has good stamina, and she's ready to head back to the Eyrie as soon as they've filled up and sung some pretty little songs for the townspeople.

[fortissima]

That sounds like a fine plan to Damaris!

On the way home, she conjures another caramel apple.

[inherpiety]

"Ha!" laughs Keziah. "Didn't they give you enough of those?"

[fortissima]

Via brainphone on account of her mouth being full: [Evidently not!]

[inherpiety]

[You have such a sweet tooth.]

[fortissima]

[Who, me? Never.]

[inherpiety]

[Yes, you!] Keziah sticks out her tongue at her sister.

[fortissima]

Damaris does not return this gesture. Because her mouth is full of tasty caramel apple.

[inherpiety]

[So that was an intercession. It was pretty neat.]