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The strange horse carried Derek from the room, the way she might carry a child. That was just as well—apparently that was all she had become. She couldn't read, couldn't describe her home, couldn't even say her own name. Maybe the rest of her memories were lies too.The warmth and motion was enough that she stopped crying, eventually. Her legs stretched out along the pony's back, and she let the rocking soothe her. Not to sleep, though it might've done if they went much further.It was only minutes until…-
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She had the attention of this little pony. Derek didn't know how long she could keep it. Just how old were they, in equivalent human years?His voice didn't sound young to her, any more than he looked short. She was taller, but not by very much. Less than an inch. "How can I do what you're doing?" she asked, pointing to where he'd dropped the meal tray.Risk didn't react for several seconds. He lifted the tray hastily from the floor, glancing nervously between it and the meal set out before her. She'd barely…
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Charlie remembered what it was like to be young.His family hadn't exactly been a stable thing. His dad always wanted to give him the best, but wanting that and actually being able to deliver it were two different things. He never knew his mother, and the same woman never remained in his life long enough to start thinking of anyone in that role.It was probably only right that she should be facing that same thing now, beyond the threshold of impossibility in a world that didn't make sense.She probably…
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What should Charlie expect a child's bedroom to look like in another universe? The question was something so absurd she never should've cared about the answer, except... now it was her life. Stepping into hers, it was clear Dust Storm hadn't involved an interior designer. Rather, it raised some doubts in her mind over whether or not he'd ever seen a child before.The room had very little floor space, but instead had three separate beds. One rested near the high ceiling, suspended on cinder blocks that…
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Iris Vale should not have felt nervous leaving her home in the middle of the night. Her husband wasn't around to discover the absence and worry about her loyalty. The filly was asleep now, or so the servants watching her said. That should mean the night was hers to do with as she pleased. She could go out and celebrate her victory. She had either done the gods a great service by allowing them to continue to live in the world they moved—or else she had just saved the lives of two foals who had no idea…
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The rest of Charlie's night with Dust Storm went about the way she should've expected. The kitchen had an honest-to-goodness icebox, one without any ice to keep it cold. The fruit Dust Storm had brought inside was still good, most of it, but not preserved in any way. He did nothing to prepare it for her either, leaving her to eat a few apples right out of the fridge. Dust Storm didn't eat with her, or linger too long around her in general. Once she'd eaten, he seemed eager to get her into her bedroom and…
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What did it mean to learn to fly? Charlie wasn't exactly a nature buff, so it hardly lingered too long in her mind. Maybe she'd seen a documentary on it once, but if she had, she didn't remember anything. It seemed like the sort of thing a flying animal would just know, enabling them to fly from the nest with very little instruction. It wasn't like birds had classrooms to teach that stuff.But even if that was true for birds—and she wasn't sure—it clearly wasn't true for her. Charlie could make her…
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Derek stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The reflection she saw staring back was just as disorienting as it had been the night before—if anything, it was worse. On her first day of waking in Willowbrook, she felt like the world was behind a thick fog. It warped her memories, suppressed what she could say, and seemed to be clawing its way into her mind. It would silence her thoughts and memories if it could.Waking now, her mind was clear. She still couldn't say certain words out loud, but…
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Derek should probably have just stayed in the library and waited for Iris to return. It was the simplest plan, and was likely to get her into the least trouble. No matter how upset she was with the circumstances of her new life in this alien world, anger did not translate into competence. I can't get away. I could run to the other end of the world, and still never see home again. Only the magic in this house can help us.Maybe that meant she should be translating forbidden volumes, scouring the library…
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An explosion of heat blasted over Derek, enough that she tensed reflexively, rolling away from it as best she could. She hardly even felt the weight of Risk on her, though his body was shaking and there was terror in his voice."We shouldn't be here! We need to... get out..."She grunted, and something quite close to genuine profanity escaped her lips. Maybe the curse on her brain could only bind her in the face of so much. She managed to get her hooves under her with difficulty, shoving the little creature…
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