Elizabeth Wilson
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Abigail is super excited. You know this because she’s not just walking next to you, she’s bouncing, a huge, happy smile on her face and sometimes she lets out these little barks of laughter that make you want to laugh too. A few people that she knows seem to notice that she’s very happy too, because they smile and wave right back when she’s going by. And then, before you realize it, you’re in front of the huge gates of the Academy. “Ohh,” you say as you look way, way up at the thin…-
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“Dreamer.” You squirm a little, flashes and visions of the great void, of the strange and wondrous things you saw and felt within it, of the eternal quiet between destinations passing through your mind’s eye. “Dreamer, wake up sweetie.” You remember the cold bite of the dark, and the harsher bite of loneliness. Then you’d find someone, a friend, a rival, a snack. “Dreamer.” Something shakes you. “Dreamer, we need to wake up!” You yawn, jaw cracking as you open it really, really…
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You arrive home in record time, a bag filled with books floating behind you, hooked onto a tentacle that’s mostly intangible and invisible except for the distortions it leaves in the air. A few mortals stare, but they have floaty things too so it can’t be too weird. Anyway, Abigail doesn’t make a fuss, so it’s all good. “It’s good to be back,” Abigail says as she unlocks the door and steps into her... your home. It’s just as you left it, some rooms bigger than others and the dimensions…
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There are many books here at first glance, thousands and thousands, but when you look more carefully you notice that most of them have two or three copies set next to each other, some have even more than that. It’s rare to find a book that’s all alone without at least a twin next to it. This is, after all, a bookstore, so you guess they sell books. You hum a little song that makes the tallest shelves seem a little less tall as you walk so that you can see what’s where. At first you’re not sure…
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“What are you missing?” Daphne asks Abigail as the three of you, four if you count the bird, move deeper into the city. You’re pretty close to where you’d been shopping the day before you think. It’s hard to keep track of places, what with everything being squished together. “Ah, not too much,” Abigail says. “Just the main course books now.” “Oh,” Daphne says. “I have all of those. Just one copy of each I’m afraid or I’d let you borrow mine. In the worst case we can share a…
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You wake up with a stretch that has your toes curling and your back going snip-snap. It’s a good stretch, one that makes all your limbs wiggle in post-nap happiness. “Finally,” says a voice from off to your side. You blink the evil eye crud away and take in the person tucked up against your side. Daphne is laying there, her brown hair which is usually all neat and tidy poking out every which way and her eyes fixed on you in a low simmering glare. She has Abigail tucked up against her in a hug from…
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You watch as Daphne sets down her fork and knife, picks up a piece of cloth from the table, and dabs at her lips. It’s terribly disappointing, but ever since you finished eating all of your meat you’ve been staring at Daphne’s plate and hoping that she wouldn’t be able to finish it all. She is, after all, really thin and doesn’t look like she eats that much. “So,” she says and it snaps you out of your daydreams of eating more meat. “You were about to tell us about your home?” Daphne…
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Daphne finishes her tea and looks out the window of her study. “It’s late,” she says. You suppose that she’s right, the sun is setting outside and Abigail has already finished her own tea. You’re on your second cup, though this one doesn’t taste as good as the first. The first had little bits of gold leaf on the outside that gave it a nice rich texture. You finish chewing on your cup and look around. “Are we going home?” you ask Abigail. Abigail nods and stands up before brushing down…
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Daphne sighs and gives first Abigail a look, then she turns that same look onto you. “Okay, it’s obvious that both of you are in over your heads,” she says. That’s stupid, nothing can go over your head without you noticing, there are too many tentacles there. Still, Abigail nods sharply and you decide that if your Summoner is willing to listen to this girl then you should too. Maybe, just maybe, the mortal has some wise words to spare that you can nibble on. “Right, so Abi, tell me what you…
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“Right this way, Miss Abigail,” the man in the suit says as he moves to the side of the door and holds it open for you and Abigail. You feel him eyeing you up and down, but his face remains completely impassive. “Oh, Edmund, this is Dreamer, she’s my familiar. Like Daphne’s Archie. Um. Sorta.” Abigail places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you ahead a little. “Oh, I doubt she’s as difficult to handle as the Lady’s Archibald,” the man, Edmund says. “Right this way.” With sure…
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