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The jump was incredibly easy. Dry-Eyes and Emily were joined by the hare from the scrying labs, who wanted to show off his findings with Emily’s camera. He had no worries about getting to see the king.

“All monarchs know the importance of keeping on the good side of scientific institutions. We’re the ones who invent weapons.”

Emily carried his travelling satchel for him. Once he’d found out that her backpack could hold a probably infinite volume he’d gone a little overboard. At least, Emily thought, it didn’t feel like she was carrying half a lab.

The three walked through a very boring looking door in the catacombs of the monastery onto a field dotted with trees and wildflowers. In the comfortable distance was a castle.

It seemed to be about early morning, so they set off, planning to reach the castle by mid-evening. Every so often the women would stop, Dry-Eyes circling Emily’s head, to wait for the hare to catch up. His bounds would draw him ahead of their travelling pace, but he couldn’t keep up the speed for long. Emily offered to carry him but he sniffed, offended.

“That would be terribly undignified. How would it look if I came up to the castle carried in the arms of some mundane human?” Emily argued that she was technically Folk and they finally found a compromise. She’d carry him until they were close and he’d finish the rest on his own four feet.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.