a city and a mint who sleep very little between them

[self_composed]

Bella bikes to the airport on Friday. She gets a little reading done on her flight, then sleeps-on-purpose through the remainder of the trip, waking up precisely when the plane touches down. One nice bonus that she didn't even explicitly build into the power is that she can sleep at will in virtually any position; she doesn't have to get comfy if that's not convenient.

She steps off the plane, backpack full of her things over her shoulders, and stalks into the halls of LaGuardia, eyes peeled for Libby.

Comments

[self_composed]

Bella regards Libby thoughtfully, and then sighs and says:

"I'm not particularly talented at predicting people. So instead, I read Whistle's mind. With her permission and magic of her manufacture; she wouldn't want me to be nervous about what she gets up to and she's happy to render that unnecessary."

[prima_sequentem]

"Generous of her," says Libby.

[self_composed]

"Very."

[prima_sequentem]

"And convenient for you."

[self_composed]

"Whistle is overall extremely convenient for me. I was very lucky."

[prima_sequentem]

"I'm beginning to see that," says Libby.

[self_composed]

Bella smiles pleasantly.

[prima_sequentem]

"Although I'm curious as to exactly how she is convenient."

[self_composed]

"What do you mean by that?"

[prima_sequentem]

"I mean, in what ways besides curbing her destructive impulses and letting you read her mind does she make your life easier?"

[self_composed]

"It's nice to have a collaborator for magical experiments," Bella says. This seems like harmless, obvious information.

[prima_sequentem]

"I'm sure it is."

[self_composed]

"And, of course, before I watched Bridget get shot, Whistle was the only person I could really talk to about magic."

[prima_sequentem]

"...You watched Bridget get shot?"

[self_composed]

"Yes. I take it she really wasn't keeping you posted on our activities? We got followed by a creep, we told him to piss off, he turned out to have a gun and he managed to put a bullet - well, not in, on her before I took him down. I know aikido," Bella adds.

[prima_sequentem]

"Why, did you think she was? No. Although I did ask her if you were dead, right after you dropped off the map."

[self_composed]

"I wasn't sure if she was or not. She told me about the 'dead' thing."

[prima_sequentem]

"And you didn't ask her if she was reporting any more extensively?"

[self_composed]

"I asked her all the questions under the sun, but I can't take anyone's word as gospel, and Whistle's the only person I can check up on directly."

[prima_sequentem]

"Yes, I was going to say. Not asking a question doesn't seem at all like you."

[self_composed]

"I sometimes exhibit discretion, but at the time I had no reason to restrain myself around Bridget."

[prima_sequentem]

"I see," says Libby. "What counts as a reason to restrain yourself?"

[self_composed]

"If asking the question lets on something I don't want known. Occasionally, I even let a question go unasked to avoid being rude to someone."

[prima_sequentem]

"I see," Libby repeats thoughtfully.

[self_composed]

"Triangle for your thoughts."