we have a complex relationship with our sisters and our cousins

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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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"I think we will," says Sherlock.

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Amariah smiles and turns to leave them be.

Path goes and sits on the bedpost again.

[eversomuchfun]

Subtrahend gives Path an inquiring look.

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"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?"

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"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.

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Path touches his beak softly to her nose.

[eversomuchfun]

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

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Path pulls his beak back and sits quite still.

[eversomuchfun]

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

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"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.

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

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"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.

[dark_light]

"How do I not make sense?" Path asks, genuinely bewildered. "This - along with helping my Isabella understand herself - is basically my job description, interacting with other people's daemons."

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"You're not interacting with me," Subtrahend points out. "You're just sitting there watching me. And pecking my nose."

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"We're having a conversation right now," Path points out. "And I didn't peck you. I just nuzzled you a little."

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Subtrahend rubs a paw over her nose.

"I don't get it," she says softly.

[dark_light]

"You can ask me questions. I'll do my best to help," Path says.

[eversomuchfun]

"Sherlocks are prone to - depersonalization issues," she says, "thinking they're not real people, that they don't know how to act like real people or understand real people and their place in the world is basically to make somebody else's life easier, and my Sherlock mostly doesn't have those problems anymore but I do. Because I don't know how to act like a real daemon and I don't understand anything and nobody including me wants me to exist and I literally am a fundamentally dependent extension of another person!"