[Daisy's right. It is. But she can only keep trying or give up entirely - and the giving up never lasts. She's curious, and in some respect it feels a disservice to Lady, to the power that's been taken from her - not to find out what's been left in its stead.

She's remembered her courtesies, her curiosity, her willpower and her snacks. She fishes out a compact little package - a bar in a foil wrapper - fiddling with it, turning it over in her hand as she watches the dog floating between them. She cannot help but smile, even though her smile has gone from sheepish to sad.]

If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth having. Or so says someone that might or might not be an idiot.


I ...thought it was to do with animals, you know. My new power. If not my wolf, then dogs. A bird. I was sure I could slip into their mind if I only found the right one, but all it did was burn and scare the birds when I cried out. Cats. Even a snake, once.

[Her free hand has come up near the dog, maintaining a careful distance before she asks:]

May I touch it, or would that ruin it somehow?