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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[inherpiety]

"Okay." Keziah writes them in for noon in three days.

[pythbox]

Junia smiles.

[inherpiety]

"We should practice more if we are going to do this a lot," ventures Keziah.

[pythbox]

"That is a good plan," says Junia.

[inherpiety]

"Let's get breakfast and then we can go do that?"

[pythbox]

"Okay," she says happily.

[inherpiety]

Breakfast! It is scones and sausage and spinach-y eggs.

[pythbox]

"I like scones," Junia announces. "Scones are one of my favourite things."

[inherpiety]

"Scones are pretty good!" agrees Keziah. "What else do you like besides singing and scones?"

[pythbox]

"Engineering," says Junia.

[inherpiety]

"Like - what Caleb does?"

[pythbox]

"Yes! Like that," says Junia.

[inherpiety]

"My parents are friends with Caleb and Alleluia," says Keziah. "We go to Sinai, sometimes. They make neat things in the workshop."

[pythbox]

"That sounds like fun," says Junia, a little wistfully.

[inherpiety]

"I can ask if we can bring you next time!"

[pythbox]

...Junia beams.

[inherpiety]

Yay! Smiling Junia!

(Scone nom nom.)

"I don't know when we'll go next though."

[pythbox]

"That is okay."

Nom nom scone.