a profusion of whistles

[self_composed]

"I didn't wind up interacting directly with Micaiah much," says Stella, after returning home from a certain visit. "Does he deviate from template significantly? He didn't have wings, so I imagine it was by less than Angela deviates from my template."

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[truthwright]

"Like I said, it makes sense from you," says Kas.

"But maybe we should name ourselves too," says Petaal.

"If we can all get together and talk about it sometime," says Kas.

[self_composed]

"I tried it once to see and I can only force the door to places I've been before," says Stella. "But that still means I could get you and Alice and the Joker all together now, if that's enough for a quorum."

[truthwright]

"It'd be a start," he says. "D'you want to step into our world for a bit so you can go there later?"

[self_composed]

"Sure. If I step into your world I might as well also contact Amariah so we can meet each other and presumably I can dump some coins on her," says Stella.

[truthwright]

Petaal turns into a fennec fox again and stands on the table with her front paws braced on the back of Kas's hand, looking toward Stella.

"I want to touch you," she says suddenly.

[self_composed]

Stella blinks.

"Isn't that - some kind of big deal that I don't fully understand? Amariah was very all-capsy about it in her entry. What does it do?"

[truthwright]

"It's the worst thing in the world with the wrong person," says Kas.

"Or the best thing in the world with the right one," says Petaal.

"But for us, not for you. For you it's just..." He shrugs.

"Special," says Petaal. "You know it's something special. Something important for us. It feels like that."

[self_composed]

"...You were unclear about whether I still scare you," Stella says.

[truthwright]

"Yeah," says Petaal.

[self_composed]

"Mightn't that be relevant to whether it's the worst thing or not?"

[truthwright]

"I want to anyway," says Petaal.

[self_composed]

"...Okay. Do you need me to break it off if you seize up, or anything...?"

[truthwright]

Petaal nods her small fuzzy head.

[self_composed]

"Okay."

Stella places her hands flat on the table and holds perfectly still.

[truthwright]

Petaal climbs forward over Kas's hand, leans down, and touches her nose to Stella's fingertip.

Kas inhales audibly.

[self_composed]

"Okay?" asks Stella.

(It feels like mindreading - the deeper kind, the emotion-blob-poking kind. It isn't. She has no new information. But it feels like that.)

[truthwright]

"Okay," Petaal declares, and bumps her nose against Stella's fingers a few more times. "You can pet me if you want," she adds.

Kas is smiling.

[self_composed]

Stella pets her very gently. "Feels like mindreading," she remarks aloud.

[truthwright]

Petaal decides she is feeling cuddly enough to be a viscacha.

Floof!

"Yeah, Amariah kinda said that too," says Kas.

[self_composed]

"Does she know what mindreading feels like or is it that obvious a comparison?" Stella's still gentle with Petaal, after a startled flinch at the shift under her hand; she doesn't know much about how this works and is erring on the side of caution.

[truthwright]

"It's that obvious," says Petaal, closing her eyes and making happy little hm-hm noises.

[self_composed]

"- Does she let you touch Pathalan?"

This wouldn't startle her overwhelmingly. But it would be an interesting piece of information about Amariah.

[truthwright]

"Yeah," says Kas.

"After I killed that guy for her," says Petaal.

[self_composed]

"Ah." Pet pet. So soft.

[truthwright]

"Mm," says Petaal. "Aren't I cuddly?"