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]

[Why do you suppose we got made angels? I mean, somebody has to control the weather, but there could be more ears to hear prayers from the ground - or more interfaces - or something. And instead there's angels.]

[fortissima]

[Maybe Jovah knows. We could get Mom to find out.]

[inherpiety]

[We can ask him ourselves! Hey Jovah!]

[Yes,] says Jovah.

[Why did the settlers pick angels as a way to get the weather under control?]

[Your appearance is similar to some creatures that appeared in their religious mythology, and many of the settlers found the prospect appealing for themselves personally.]

[fortissima]

Damaris laughs.

[inherpiety]

Keziah beams.

[campanas]

Peninnah meets them, when they land. "Did you intercession good?" she wants to know. "Is it weathering nice there now?"

[fortissima]

"We did! It is!"

[inherpiety]

"And we got cakes and caramel apples!" agrees Keziah, picking up Peninnah to toss her into the air and catch her again as she wafts down on braking wings. "It was fun. When you're a big girl you'll go too."

[campanas]

"I'll be big and eat cake!" laughs Peninnah.

[fortissima]

"A flawless plan."

[campanas]

"Yes. Is a good plan," says Peninnah, fluttering happily.

[fortissima]

Damaris grins at her.

[inherpiety]

So does Keziah. Back into the Eyrie they go.

[campanas]

Whee!

[inherpiety]

It is a couple of months later when Keziah can be found sort of moping in her room, lying on her front on her bed with a book open that she isn't reading.

[yovahs_kisses]

A knock on the door.

[inherpiety]

"Come in?"

[yovahs_kisses]

Her father steps inside and closes the door.

"What's got you glooming, my lovely?"

[inherpiety]

"Oh, just - stuff?"

[yovahs_kisses]

He perches on the edge of her bed, out of the way of her wings.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

[inherpiety]

She squirms. "I dunno. Just - I have a crush on a person."

[yovahs_kisses]

"Aha," says Micaiah. "Everything is explained."

[inherpiety]

"Really?"

[yovahs_kisses]

"Well, maybe not everything. A lot, anyway."

[inherpiety]

"Oh. It's complicated," complains Keziah.