Nita had kept herself busy, venting her emotions, parsing through how her dangerous and hurtful actions had been fomented in the first place, drafting first a report on her behavior and then an apology...
(Bobo had apologized, as well; they had apologized to each other, and even while she wasn't a wizard again yet she could feel that imbalance shifting to something more hopeful, more sustainable. They would be all right again, in time.)
But, now, at last she was ready. As ready as she'd ever be, anyway. She hadn't brought a paper with her; she'd be conveying emotions, not using the Speech.
She looked to her sister, standing beside her here in front of the engine wall.
"Can you tell if it's present? Or should I just go ahead?"
She should sit on the floor, maybe; this would be a bad time to be knocked over again.
Night of the 22nd, Stores Carriage
(Bobo had apologized, as well; they had apologized to each other, and even while she wasn't a wizard again yet she could feel that imbalance shifting to something more hopeful, more sustainable. They would be all right again, in time.)
But, now, at last she was ready. As ready as she'd ever be, anyway. She hadn't brought a paper with her; she'd be conveying emotions, not using the Speech.
She looked to her sister, standing beside her here in front of the engine wall.
"Can you tell if it's present? Or should I just go ahead?"
She should sit on the floor, maybe; this would be a bad time to be knocked over again.