Promise is flying alongside Verve, to be installed in the next court site. She is not Thorn's only project, sometimes he will go and leave Promise behind to be handled less creatively until he sends for her again, but today he wants her and so today she's going. She is not allowed to dawdle. She is not green enough to cry. She flies, enjoying to the extent she can her freedom of thought: she has not been set to the mixed blessing of studying, has not been creatively disloyal enough to trigger instructions to consume her brain with brute-forcing intractable arithmetic, is not being forced to tell her every secret as it marches across her mind in response to sharp-edged soft-voiced questions.
And then she hits the tear and she cannot go where she was told and she does not have general permission to fly. She can twitch her wings, which is enough to barely steer her fall. She can't even yell for help - this has to be the mortal world, she won't even be able to fix her last batch of injuries - when she hits the ground it twists her bad knee, jars her wrist when she pitches forward, but she manages with her little freedom of movement not to roll and aggravate any of the cuts and scrapes.
She is crouched still on the ground, breathing, moving her eyes but forbidden to lift her head.
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Date: 2016-05-22 03:46 pm (UTC)And then she hits the tear and she cannot go where she was told and she does not have general permission to fly. She can twitch her wings, which is enough to barely steer her fall. She can't even yell for help - this has to be the mortal world, she won't even be able to fix her last batch of injuries - when she hits the ground it twists her bad knee, jars her wrist when she pitches forward, but she manages with her little freedom of movement not to roll and aggravate any of the cuts and scrapes.
She is crouched still on the ground, breathing, moving her eyes but forbidden to lift her head.