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[failingfelicity]

[Miranda's sequestered herself in the far, far, far corner of a neutral library, sitting at a table with a sizable pile of various books open or stacked beside her, and a chart visible on the screen of her laptop. She also has a sheet of paper in front of her, with a slowly growing listShe glances between the pages of one of the opened books and

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[nightshined]

[ just who you wanted to see, right? Bird with Emily in the snazziest sling ever ]

Well, that's uhh... quite the collection.

[failingfelicity]

[It is indeed! And that sling is amazing.]

-Bird! I wanted to talk to you. Um, if you had time.

[nightshined]

Me? What do you want?

[failingfelicity]

Ah, well, I was wondering... A-and you don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable, o-or it's too personal, or anything like that. But- Emily's not a Noah, right?

[nightshined]

[ holding her a little tighter ]

Why do you want to know?

[failedfelicity]

I-I just, I- [Crap how does she say this without giving herself away?] I'm just curious, that's all!

[nightshined]

If you so much as try to lay a finger on her, I will end you. Don't doubt it for a second.

[failedfelicity]

I wouldn't! She's- I-I mean, I'm not asking about her specifically, you're just the only Noah I know that's had a- a child!

[nightshined]

[ . . . ]

For what it's worth, then, no. She's not. You should know that being a Noah isn't simply a genetic thing. Your parents weren't Noah after all, were they?

[failingfelicity]

[She pushes hair back behind her ears, looking very much the part of a scolded puppy.]

Right, I- I suppose I hadn't thought about that. It was a stupid question, I'm sorry.

[nightshined]

I wouldn't exactly recommend having a kid, though.

[failingfelicity]

Ah, is there any reason why-?