Chilly Boulder, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

The weekend was over and people were back to their old selves, at least if the lovely gifts Momoko had left outside her dorm were any indication. The dorm that a sopping wet Karla had marched to last night in high dudgeon. For reasons. Lots of reasons.

But it was a new day, people were back to normal, graduation was in less than a week, and she'd gotten a special package in the mail from Kaeleer. Banard was apologetic that they likely wouldn't arrive in time for her birthday, but just holding her set Jewels in her hands was enough to make her smile.

There was a cup of coffee in her hand, an ice cream cake with 'Happy Birthday' on it, and a clear view of the street so Karla could wave to anyone who wandered by.

[Open! Was going to be a townie post until I went crazy with the links!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Smishing! And squishing! "They cut off your wings." Yes, Dinah had missed most of the details of that during the last weirdness, being in jail. "And you -- he, was so down. Man. I mean, I'm sorry the hooking up happened, but kind of glad... Uh, I don't know what I mean. Do you know what I mean?" HUGGING. ALL THE HUGGING.

[wwiii]

"I think I can figure it out," Warren promised, giving her a squish right back before dropping his arms again. "She didn't shy away from something he'd been persecuted for for years. That meant the world to him."

It didn't change that he was just, all-around, a terrifying person. But it did mean a lot.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"At least she did something good this weekend," Dinah said, patting his arm. "Also, she was kind of terrifying herself, so, why would knife-feathers bug her?" She bit her lip. "How're you doing now, do you remember all that?"

[wwiii]

"I remember a lot of it," Warren replied. "There are things, mostly things that he was thinking, that are more like fuzz on the edges. Which is for the best. I don't know if I'd be able to handle remembering everything he was thinking."

Considering his reaction to what he could remember, this morning.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I get that. Some stuff I can't make sense enough to keep track of. Except she kind of liked it here. Liked you. She meant everything she said, you know." Dinah made a face. "And I'm glad you didn't make her mad at any point. Other you, I mean. She tried to wrestle an alot!"

[wwiii]

"That would've been interesting. I don't think he would've held back with the bladed feathers if he had any real reason to use them." He was so, so thankful that he hadn't been given one, in retrospect. "He wanted to stay here. Wanted to take my place. Thought it wasn't fair that at the end of the weekend, he'd have to go back to where he came from, while I got to have the happy ever after and the girl."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Um?" Dinah blinked. "What happened to his Karla? His happy ending?"

[wwiii]

"He was locked away from it," Warren sighed. "He can't get to her, can't get to Kaeleer. He was locked out of it. And I don't know that I'd want him to ever find his way in. He's... pretty far gone."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeesh." And Tamsin hadn't noticed? Or, well. Wouldn't have cared if she had. Maybe she did. "Crap. I'm sorry. That sounds-- why can't we turn into the happy shiny versions of ourselves, hunh?"

[wwiii]

"I turned into beer once," Warren offered. "That wasn't so bad, until someone drank a can."

It had been a four pack.

And then it was a third.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"...."

Dinah stared at him. "And suddenly, I'm so glad I've never turned into a medical lancet. Or a jousting lance."

[wwiii]

"I think I caught something about a box of soap flakes and a plastic cup on the radio this morning," Warren offered. "I mean, I wasn't paying the closest attention, but squirrels don't usually bother with inanimate objects unless there's something to them. You've probably gotten off pretty lucky, considering."

Soap flakes. Really.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Lir turned into brownies, once." Dinah paused. "No one we know has ever turned into ice cream, have they?"

Was it worse to be the one that got eaten? OR THE ONE THAT ATE THEM?*

*[not dirty. void where prohibited. Activities of the weekend notwithstanding.]

[wwiii]

Warren hesitated at that, and then looked down suspiciously at his bowl.

"... It would have worn off this morning anyhow."

He was going to cling to that, Dinah. You weren't going to ruin this for him.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Woooo!" And that would be Dinah diving right back into her sundae. "Fair warning, ice cream people. Run while you can! Muahahaah.. Oh, god, now I'm getting evil laugh flashbacks. Damn you, Tamsin."