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[smallestopener]

Ingress kept busy on her holidays to Valdemar. Savil made sure of that. She performed her duties on the Duty Roster, attended to Megwyn's needs as all the other Heralds and Heralds-in-training did, and served as page to the court. She observed appropriate lessons in the Collegium once in a while. She had the opportunity to meet get to know other

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[not_a_horse]

Normally Megwyn adheres to the unwritten rules about staying within the field.

This isn't one of those times.

Hooves chime against dirt as she leaps a fallen tree and lands on the other side, galloping swiftly toward Ingress.

::Steady, loveling.::

[smallestopener]

Ingress runs now, flinging her arms around Megwyn's neck as soon as she reaches her. She is crying in sharp gasps, whether she wants to or not. She can't hold back the tears.

She snakes one hand down to clutch the locket Amy gave her, the one with Tom and Door's pictures inside, as she leans against Megwyn's flank. She wants to go home. She wants to see her friends and work on her robot and draw and paint and sleep in her own room. She wants to get a milkshake from Mike or a sundae from Yrael with extra sprinkles on top. She wants to go home, where no one thinks her hair or her eyes are strange.

After a few minutes pass, she finally mindspeaks to Megwyn.

::Is that true? Can Companions do that?::

Because that's the heart of the matter. If she doesn't fit here, can Megwyn really leave her at home one day? She knows what happens when Companions are parted from their Chosen.

[not_a_horse]

She swings her head around, nudging Ingress's shoulder in wordless reassurance, but she doesn't answer immediately.

The silence is confirmation enough, even before she sends,

::Yes. It is-- extremely rare, but it can happen. Has happened.::

Then, swiftly,

::But, Chosen, I don't think Gala's Choice was a mistake--::

[smallestopener]

She twines her fingers into Megwyn's mane. Sometimes bad people can learn to do good things. It makes sense it could work the other way round.

::But only if you're really bad, or do really bad things? I lie about where I'm from, and I lied to Tom about how I broke the bed by jumping on it. But that's not really bad, right?::