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[abidinglaw]

[After having shown his face little over the past few days – probably a joint consequence of not wanting to catch whatever Jack had and wanting even less to be press ganged into holding his bloody soup spoons – Norrington begins this morning absent from his bright and bedless bedroom. He wakes with the rising sun for a rousing stroll on the beach. On the way back, with Cullen house lit by the crisp light of morning, he recalls the recent ice storms and all at once he has a goal for the day. Assess the house for damages. If any housemates are home they might just hear some curious scrapings on the exterior of Cullen house, the occasional bangings, but most ominous of all will likely be the prolonged intermittent silences. Never you mind. It's probably just a woodpecker.

Later in the day he'll be in the village proper for the first time in days and days and days. The item shop is a high priority, and he spends a long time there scrutinizing things with narrowed eyes and a chin cradled in the crook made by his thumb and index finger. Later still, he'll be stopping in at Good Spirits for the sake of overhearing village-gossip. He'll even politely clear his throat behind one or two people in aid of this noble goal. It's amazing what a brief absence will do for a man's social skills.]

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[abidinglaw]

You will do no such thing.

[But though his tone was certain, his actions belied that certainty. He moved ever so slightly, you see, to account for the way in which she may have shifted since he last put himself directly beneath her.]

[flickerflash]

[A direct order is somewhat chafing to a pooka. She pulls back from the lip of the roof.] As you wish. I suppose I could just simply fall down instead.

[Then she leaps.]

[abidinglaw]

Dammit girl, be careful or you'll really--

[What, fall? He's prepared for a fall, standing directly below the roof. This is where she would end up if she tripped and dropped straight down. Jumping, though? Now that's another thing entirely. Propelling herself through the air takes her quickly over his head, and though he tries to stride backwards he cannot keep apace.]

[flickerflash]

[Katie lands lightly on the sand behind him, feet first, as if she'd only jumped over a puddle.]

Oh, drat. I seem to have accidentally found my way down.

[abidinglaw]

[Once the admiral stops his backward march he keeps his back turned for seconds and more, careful to reveal nothing beyond the broad expanse of his shoulders. It is his custom to answer such insolence with sharp words, a voice made for shouting over storms, a tone that makes a comparable substitute for the whip.

But this is just a child. And when he does turn, it is to direct his scorn not at Katie, but at--]

Magic. You used magic.

[flickerflash]

[Katie blinks back at him, taken aback by that scorn. Then her eyes narrow.]

Would you prefer I hadn't?

[abidinglaw]

[No, in fact. He had heard of her magic, but up until now he was willing to dismiss the talk as a foul rumor. He is glad to have seen the truth for himself.]

We are to live together - in a manner of speaking - and people who occupy the same space needs must establish rules. It is a natural process for the most part.

[He would not waste time skirting around the point, however.]

You are never to turn your magic upon me.

[flickerflash]

[Katie takes a step back, her expression getting even flatter.] Not even to save your life?