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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[eversomuchfun]

"What of the rest? Is Watson's a small annoying dog? I bet Watson's is a small annoying dog."

[dark_light]

"Large terrifying dog. Antiomei," says Amariah. "Doyle was imperfectly consistent about what exactly she was - it was always some sort of wolfish dog, malamute or husky or something, once he outright stated she was a wolfdog. They did own a dog, a regular one," she adds. "Who was considerably smaller and called Gladstone."

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes, that sounds about right."

[dark_light]

One of the advantages to a perfect memory is that she can summon up facts she's only come into casual contact with. "Irene Adler has a Eurasian magpie and Moriarty an unspecified variety of tarantula."

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock laughs.

[dark_light]

"Well, I imagine you can conjure the books if you want them. They're told from Watson's perspective so I don't know how much insight they contain about the interaction between your namesake and his mongoose."

[eversomuchfun]

"I think we will," says Sherlock.

[dark_light]

Amariah smiles and turns to leave them be.

Path goes and sits on the bedpost again.

[eversomuchfun]

Subtrahend gives Path an inquiring look.

[dark_light]

"I'm curious about you," Path tells her.

[eversomuchfun]

"What do you want me to do about it?" she inquires.

[dark_light]

"You don't have to do anything in particular. Do you want me to go away?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Whatever," says Subtrahend.

[dark_light]

Path stays put and peers at her.

[eversomuchfun]

She hops off Sherlock's shoulder and proceeds along the headboard until she's next to Path's perch.

[dark_light]

Path touches his beak softly to her nose.

[eversomuchfun]

She flicks her tail from side to side and regards him suspiciously.

[dark_light]

Path pulls his beak back and sits quite still.

[eversomuchfun]

"I give up," says Subtrahend. "What are you doing."

[dark_light]

"I'm watching you," Path says. "I'm used to learning things about people by watching their daemons."

[eversomuchfun]

"Great," says Subtrahend. She sits still, with the occasional flick of her tail, and stares at him.

[dark_light]

"It doesn't work nearly as well on bird daemons," Path adds loftily. "We have very limited facial expressions."

[eversomuchfun]

"Good for you," says Subtrahend.

[dark_light]

Path laughs softly. "I'll go if you want me to."

[eversomuchfun]

"I don't want you to go, I want you to make fucking sense," she says.