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harrow

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[When we are gone. It was a sad thought, that their sojourn here had a definite end to it; though there was equal grief in the notion they might permanently replace their echt-selves, who'd had their own reasons for emerging from the Sea.

Restoration gives Devyata's words the space and weight of silence they deserve.]

When we are gone, I think they will still take joy in this connection. [To each other, and to who the shed had made them.] I will write myself about it.

[His expression comes over more wistful then, at the mention of his wife--his Star.] Who knows that I won't get to tell her the story of it, at least--as if this has all been a strange dream. It will be enough, if I can.

[necrosaint]

[ It's something Harrow wouldn't do, then, that Devyata does next—reaches out for her Prince-brother's hand to squeeze it if he'll allow. ]

They are both receptive to letters, I think. And who knows, maybe we will get to stay after all. I think that'd be okay with me, but I would want her here for you, too.

[ She is definitely petting the tree, now, as Stasya wigglebutts eagerly at Iskierka. ]

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[He does allow, and turns a smile on her once more as he returns the squeeze.]

It wouldn't be so bad a life, would it? There is much worth learning, and many here who could use help in becoming who they are meant to be.

I would miss her--and miss even more not knowing what she would make of the Waking World, and its gods-who-would-not-be-gods.

But, [brightly,] nothing is fixed. So we will witness what Generation has dreamed for us as it unfolds, hm?

[Iskierka chirps in excitement, ruffling up her wings at Stasya before bounding off down the root she'd been studying on all sixes. Is that a finger-bone poking up from the soil, off there in the distance?]

[necrosaint]

The other Illarion must miss us, too. His family.

[ Devyata has no idea that she doesn't exist to the other Illarion, and hopefully no one tells her, either. But certainly he must miss his wife and children. ]

Yet I don't think he's gone back to them, unless maybe he has, and we are always here forever now. Not yet our time to learn. Stasya--

[ -- stasya is not here, stasya has run off after iskierka and skidded to a stop in front of what might have been a bone, run in a tiny circle and started to try to dig it up. ]