Room 222, Saturday Morning

[glacial_queen]

Karla was snuggled up against one of her pillows. Except she was starting to think it was ripped or something, because there were feathers sticking out of it and poking her in the face. "Stop it, pillow," she muttered, shoving it roughly. "'M sleeping!"

Because that would show it. Totally.

[For her weetiny!pillow, please]

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[wwiii]

"I'm wrong 'cause I'm not an Ereyy... an... A thingie. I'm a human, and humans don't just get wings."

He was trying very calmly to explain why he was a freak, between sniffles.

[glacial_queen]

"Eyriens are humans," Karla said, her logic relentless. "They're not kindred like the wolves or the dragons an' stuff."

Duh. Keep up, Warren.

"How does having wings make you not a human. You look human to me. Do you have a tail, too? Or hooves?" Karla was eying him with real curiosity now. The wings were cool, but how much cooler would it be if he had wings and a tail and hooves!

[wwiii]

"No! And I don't want those!" His dad would be so mad at him if he got a tail, next. "I don't want wings, either! And dragons aren't even real, are they?"

Warren was so wrong on that count.

[glacial_queen]

"Yes they are!" Karla said, upping the volume a little. No one got to sass the existence of dragons. Jaenelle had promised they were real and Jaenelle didn't lie. "You dun know anything! You're just a stupid boy who dun even 'ppreciate having pretty wings!"

[wwiii]

"Because they're bad!" This was so going to turn into a little kid screaming match, wasn't it? "Because I got them and I got in trouble because of them and I don't want to have stupid wings anyhow, I just want to be like everyone else again!"

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It might not have if Karla hadn't decided that the loudest person usually won arguments. And she was very shrill.

"Getting trouble for havin' wings is just stupid!" Karla yelled back. "There's nothin' wrong with havin' them an' anyone who says there is is just as stupid as you!"

Take that!

[wwiii]

Owww. That had Warren's little feathers prickling behind him, much to his chagrin. That was uncomfortable, with the harness there pinning them down.

"My Dad is not stupid! You take that back!"

Careful, Karla. He'd start crying again.

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Yet another reason Karla thought he was being stupid. That harness was awful.

"IS TOO!" Karla shouted. "No daddy is s'posed to say stuff like that to his kids! It's not nice! It's mean an' rotten an' STUPID!"

[wwiii]

Oh yeah. There he went, again with the waterworks.

"Is not!" Oh, the blubbering. The blubbering. "It's not stupid 'cause it's true and if they knew about me they'd take me away and he's gonna make me better!"

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"Crybaby."

What? It wasn't mean, it was true! Never mind how Karla would react if someone was calling her Daddy stupid. She would start biting before she started crying.

"No one's gonna come an' take you away!" Karla said. "I won't let 'em! I'm a Queen an' so is my Mommy! She's the Queen of the whole Territory! An' no one's allowed to come take away little kids an' poke them with needles!"

[wwiii]

"America doesn't even have a queen," Warren mumbled, wiping his nose on his arm again and finding himself a little corner to sit in, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying not to cry even more. "And I'm not even crying that much."

[glacial_queen]

"What's America?" Karla asked, easily distracted from her ranting. "Yeah-huh you are."

[This notif JUST ARRIVED. WHUT THE HELL.]