we feel misfortunes deep and keen

[dark_light]

Pensive cuddling goes on a long time.

Path nudges against Kas occasionally, almost like he's testing over and over to see if it hurts, but he never flinches, so it must not.

Comments

[dark_light]

"Flying is lovely," agrees Path. "We've always liked it. Even when I had mixed feelings about being a bird I wanted to be able to fly."

[telesonorous]

"I like open sky," says Kalavar. "Nothing to bump into or knock over, just me and the wind."

[dark_light]

"I like flying through trees in the dark. The branches change the texture of the light."

[telesonorous]

Kalavar giggles softly.

"Yeah. That used to be fun. Harder to do now, though."

[dark_light]

Path tilts his head, a little. (A little for an owl. Owls can move their heads around very thoroughly.) "Sounds like you need bigger, wider-spaced trees."

[telesonorous]

"Maybe so," she says. "Know where I can find any?"

[dark_light]

"Well," says Path, "do you care if they grew that way all by themselves?"

[telesonorous]

Kalavar laughs. "Not really."

[dark_light]

"Then you can find them anywhere you like," says Path serenely, "if they won't get in anyone's way there."

[telesonorous]

She giggles and snuggles the side of her face against his feathers again.

[dark_light]

"But there might already be some somewhere. Jane would be likeliest to know, when she's sorted herself out and caught up on everything that's happened."

[telesonorous]

"Okay," says Kalavar.

[dark_light]

Well, there's a topic exhausted.

"Have you been checking on the angel tank?" Path asks Petaal, meaning her and Kas, either or both.

[truthwright]

"Once in a while. Nothing much happened to it."

[dark_light]

"Did you hear about the angel tank?" Path asks Kalavar.

[telesonorous]

"Huh?"

[dark_light]

"I'll take that as a no. There were some angels who were involved in the afterlife being how it used to be. Now they are in a tank my Isabella made so they can't make trouble. She'll have to check on it soon."

[telesonorous]

"Oh. Okay," says Kalavar, bobbing her head a little.

[dark_light]

"Not the same kind of angels you'll meet at the party. Another kind," Path clarifies.

[telesonorous]

"That makes sense," she says.

[dark_light]

"It seems like only humans are about the same everywhere."

[telesonorous]

"I wonder why."

[dark_light]

"I'm not sure. And not exactly the same, anyway. This is the only place humans have daemons, and it's only one subworld in a sheaf at that."

[telesonorous]

"But they seem to be more the same," she says thoughtfully. "I hadn't noticed, but it's interesting."

[dark_light]

"It's almost as though species - and planet Earth, if not so much others - are templates like kinds of individual people are. And have more or less variation and commonality."