we have a complex relationship with our sisters and our cousins

[dark_light]

Amariah is starting a circle in her yard - minting and enchanting can pull heavier duty than witchcraft, and faster, too, but they won't scale unless she wants to hand out copies of her trump cards; novel spells will, since there are many witches across the globe.

And then Jane asks if she wants to be visited, by Juliet's Sherlock - Minus - and Amariah's reply is "Sure, I could take a break." Because she's been at this for a while now and was just about to wish a crick out of her back for the second time this afternoon.

She puts down her pitcher of oil and waits for him to appear.

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[truthwright]

"Why's she sad?" says Petaal, hopping up onto the bed as a small grey cat and nuzzling Path's feathers.

[dark_light]

"She doesn't know how to be a daemon, and she doesn't like being part of somebody else, because Sherlocks have problems with thinking the point of them is to help somebody else," says Path, nuzzling back.

[truthwright]

"Oh," says Petaal. "I want to hug her. Next time she's out, somebody should tell me so I can hug her."

[eversomuchfun]

"Happily," says Sherlock.

[dark_light]

"She might not be out much," says Path sadly. "Maybe at all."

"I upset her because I'm still just a touch more relaxed around people with daemons than without, and this constitutes a reason for her to exist, and that's bad," says Isabella.

[eversomuchfun]

"She believes her existence is a net loss, so anything that weighs in on the positive side complicates the issue," says Sherlock. "And she doesn't want to stop existing and have that make you less comfortable around me, because you are my friend."

[dark_light]

"I'm not uncomfortable with you. Just, there's that little tickle of something's missing. Was, before, now I can just imagine you're separated and she's in the next room on the relevant level of cognition."

[eversomuchfun]

"Aha."

[dark_light]

"I'm sorry," shrugs Ama.

[eversomuchfun]

"I am not sure it is the sort of thing you need to be sorry for. But thank you."

[dark_light]

"Kas doesn't really have that problem, he's been more even-keeled about daemonless people from the start," says Isabella, reaching out to touch Kas's arm.

[truthwright]

He shrugs.

"It's just a different way to be people."

[dark_light]

Isabella kisses him.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock awws.

[truthwright]

Kas kisses back!

[dark_light]

As well he should!

Path says, "I wasn't very good at helping Steph be a daemon. Maybe Petaal could do it better."

[truthwright]

"I can try!" says Petaal, cuddling up to Path while Kas kisses Isabella some more.

[dark_light]

"If she ever comes out again," says Path gloomily, fluffing up and snuggling closer.

[eversomuchfun]

[dark_light]

"Maybe she'll feel better when you get home," suggests Isabella.

[eversomuchfun]

"It's possible."

[dark_light]

"...I don't want to exacerbate the problem, but it would probably upset Juliet if she found out Steph existed and she never got to meet her."

[eversomuchfun]

"No doubt it would."

[dark_light]

"Heh."

There is a knock at the window. A witch in a crown of live black-eyed-Susan-vine is hovering on her cloudpine there. "Yoo-hoo," she says, muffled by the glass. There's a pardalote daemon perched on her knee, who hops up and down in a friendly sort of way.

Isabella turns toward the window.

"...Hello, Tianetta Nimah!" she says. "I wasn't expecting you!"

"Just passing through," replies Tianetta Nimah. "Let me in."

Isabella hesitates, but she gets up and goes towards the window. [Sherlock, I am so, so sorry to ask, but if she or Hendasamon shows the least bit of interest in you - could you pretend that Steph was under the bed - I'm so sorry.]

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock remains outwardly calm, but his response over brainphone is an extended snarl.