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[wildmage_daine]

This all could be a good deal worse, as Daine often reminds herself.

Kitten's not as big as she could be, first off. Not as big as her ma had been, just big enough that there's no question of her being grown up. Which means the farmhouse wasn't completely wrecked when the change happened, and that what damage there is shouldn't be too much trouble to fix.

(Though there's nothing to be done for the potting shed. That's a complete loss.)

And though Kitten's mind and magic seem the same as they've always been, Daine knows enough other folk with powerful magic to help at least keep her hid. They've found a place out in the forest well away from any hiking trails, and Magnus has done a wonder with glamours and other magics to keep folk from noticing Kitten's there. The dragonet (well, dragon) doesn't seem overly fond of it -- she keeps sneezing when she gets too close to the invisible line where the magic sits, and Daine can't quite tell if it's involuntary or if Kit's trying to make a point -- but she's been staying within the bounds of it. So far.

The two real difficulties are keeping her both fed and entertained. Kitten can eat most anything, which is a small mercy, but it's still hard to buy (and haul) thrice Daine's own body weight in food every day without getting odd looks from folk at the grocery store. Worse, there's just nothing for Kit to do out in the woods. Daine's been keeping her company and reading to her, but she can tell the dragon's getting restless. And a bored, large dragon is the last thing the city needs.

Daine's on her way to Kit's hiding place after yet another food run, a stuffed backpack slung over her shoulders and a bag dangling from each hand. It's a trip she's made often enough for her formerly brisk march to have faded into something closer to a trudge (can she really blame Kit for being bored with all this when she's bored with it, too?), but she's fair determined to just get to her charge without incident.

Tired and preoccupied as she is, when a body appears in front of her, she moves to sidestep them with an absent, "Pardon," not even giving them a glance.


[ooc: who wants to meet a big dragon?? Hopefully someone Daine already knows, because tbh she's not gonna trust a stranger with this. But friends and acquaintances are welcomed and encouraged -- especially those who have met tiny!Kitten before.]

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[wildmage_daine]

"Not demanding, exactly," Daine explains with an apologetic wince. "It's just... she's already dealing with more magic than she'd like, I think. And I wouldn't want her to get cranky."

As if she isn't cranky already. At least, so far, she's been behaving herself. But that's exactly why Daine doesn't want to risk some small, preventable thing that might elsewise tip her over into a tantrum.

Of course, she doesn't want to aggravate Anduin, either, and she would appreciate some help with her bags. "That'd be nice, thank you," she says, passing over the two that were in her hands. The backpack she can keep.

[lil_lion]

The bags are manageable enough and his legs are thankfully pain-free today. He follows Daine along, matching his pace to hers. "Magic? Does... that have something to do with the effects of the falling star?"

He speaks casually, not wanting to pry but letting his natural curiosity get the better of him. Magic meant so many things in Darrow, it was wise to know where one stood in regard to it.

[wildmage_daine]

The first look Daine gives him is politely bewildered, because she forgets, for a moment, that he has no idea about Kitten or her current situation. The magic she's dealing with day-to-day are the spells and glamours that keep her from being spotted by any old person who feels like going for a hike, and those are all Magnus's doing.

But then her expression shifts into something like dawning horror. Because she remembers that star, and how she'd told Amalthea that sometimes folk wished on them. She hadn't made any wishes at the time -- most of the stuff she'd wish for are things that wouldn't be quite fair -- but she also hadn't thought, later, to stop a stray thought about how Kitten might look when she was grown, and how she'd never get to see it...

Daine groans aloud, shoulders dropping. "Mithros, Mynoss and Shakith -- is that what did it?"

[lil_lion]

Anduin frowns. "I am sorry for your friend. No doubt they had an idle thought around that time, expressed a desire or a wish, even if only inwardly." He had suspected that the effect he and Eowyn had experienced was general and affecting more people than it seemed. This was his first confirmation.

"If it's any consolation, the effect seems to have a limit. At least, in the other case I'm aware of, the magic wore off after a week or so..." It was doubtful that he would find similar relief, not unless he could know that the vision he saw had been a false one.

[wildmage_daine]

"No, it was me that did it," Daine says, sounding none too pleased with herself. "I prob'ly should've known better, too." She's certainly been in Darrow long enough to guess that an odd star would mean something strange was afoot.

She sighs, then nods at his attempt to cheer her. "Most Darrow things don't last forever. I figure she'll be back to normal soon enough; I'm just worried about her causing a ruction between now and then."

Which probably sounds like nonsense, and she carefully clarifies, "It's one of my, er... friends. She's changed."