Kavi and Owl are sitting quietly on the front steps of the Mansion, looking, as they can, for all the world like anybody else. Kavi has been to see Mary Watson, so he's solid and certain, nothing transparent about him; he's waiting for Pyetr Ilitch, in a way, not because he expects him, but because he might come--Pyetr Ilitch does come, sometimes ( Read more... )

Shh, no. There's no excuse. Kavi's room.

Kavi Chernevog is, the God knows, of all things not hungry, having found someone who gives him her strength, and willingly; he's strong enough that he passes through nothing except open spaces, and Owl can land on his shoulder, although Owl disdains to do it. Young Kavi Chernevog can touch what he likes, and wish as he wishes, and of a certainty he

Oh, poor Kavi, hungry Kavi, Kavi who is little more than shadow, terribly hungry. His heart is safe with Pyetr Kochevikov, but, oh, his poor body, without substance, without sustenance. Kavi lures Owl close with desperation, and goes to find something to feed on ( Read more... )

Kavi Chernevog is all but shreds and tatters, and desperate for something to make him solid and make him whole, something to give him back his strength and help him--Pyertr Kochevikov still has his heart, and he believes it to be safe there, but he needs something more, and he can't take from the forest, because the tree-fairy's family is quick to ( Read more... )