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Ingress lies back against Megwyn as they rest in meadow adjoining Ingress' room in London Below. They've been for a nice run, as they do most sunny days.

As Ingress watches the clouds pass by in a time past in a London no longer in existence, she twines her fingers through her Companion's mane and sighs.

::I'm so happy, Megwyn.:: She sends the thought with a bright blue wave of contentment.

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This surprises her into using her voice.

"He can't? Why not?"

::He has his own world, and his own life in it.::

She gives the mental equivalent of an equine shrug. One ear flicks.

::But... Tom did, too, and he came to live with us anyway.::

::Chosen--::

Megwyn noses Ingress's shoulder, and there's a strong feeling of warmth and love over the bond between them, even as she sends,

::It isn't the same.::

She leans back, baffled. It doesn't make any sense. Tom goes back and forth between his old world all the time.

::But why? Is it because Dickon's not a wizard?::

::It is because he is not Chosen,:: Megwyn tells her.

Firmly.

::I can only bring you.::

"Oh."

She thinks about that for a moment.

::Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense.::

She's quiet a little longer.

::Megwyn, Heralds can get married, right? If they grow up and find someone they love- who's already there in Valdemar?::

::Of course, littleling.::

Her reassurance is instant.

::And you will always have me, as well.::

"Oh, I know that, silly," she says, giggling and giving Megwyn a big hug around the neck.

::I just want to be like Door when I grow up, too.::

Especially at this moment with Dickon on her enchanted mind.

The Companion whickers softly, and sends a wash of love over the bond.

::One thing I know you will always be, Chosen, and that is special.::

She grins and cuddles closer to Megwyn.

::I love you, too, Megwyn.::

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