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Molly isn't in the gardens, for a change.

She was there earlier, but finished her work, and is now sitting on a large rock by the lake with a brightly colored mass of canvas that will be a magnificent kite, once it's assembled.

She could use magic to get it aloft once it's ready, but the traditional way is much more fun. Unfortunately, a kite this size would take two people to get it in the air.

Wanna help?

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Molly's smile widens.

"I'm glad to hear it. This is a kite! And I've just about finished putting it together."

She holds it up so that Agnes can see that it's shaped like a phoenix.

She blinks at it.

"And what's it do?"

"It flies. For fun. There aren't any kites on the Disc?"

Molly attaches the last of the tail strips to the base of the kite, and hops down from the rock.

"Would you like to help me get it in the air? It's a perfect day for it."

"In Lancre, the only things that fly are the witches," Agnes replies, shaking her head. "And in Ankh-Morpork, if you threw something up in the air expecting it to fly, it would be stolen before it hit the ground."^*

She gives the contraption a onceover when Molly gets the tail attached and shrugs again. "Okay, sure. Do you need me to help you cast a spell on it?"

* Assuming it didn't get stuck. The air in some parts of Ankh-Morpork isn't breathed so much as chewed.

"Well, I'm glad this isn't Ankh-Morpork, then. I'd hate to have to hex the bollocks off of someone on such a nice day."

She grins and gathers the spool of kite string.

"We could spell it up, or do it the old fashioned way. It's designed to float on the air currents, but you have to get it up into the air currents first."

"Okay. I probably shouldn't be using magic on these kinds of things anyway. So, what do we do first?"

"Well, you can hold the kite while I hold the string, or the other way around. Generally the one holding the string runs ahead until it's taut, then the person holding the kite, kinf of tosses into the air, and we hope the breeze catches it."

Agnes looks at Molly, then down at herself, then back to Molly.

"And which of us do you think is going to be able to actually run?"

She reaches for the kite.

Molly snorts indelicately with laughter.

"It's not a marathon, but I don't mind doing it."

She hands the enormous kite to Agness and walks out to an open space, letting string off the spool as she goes.

"All right, I'm going to start running that way."

She points along the edge of the lake, away from the trees.

"You hold the kite up, and when you feel the string tugging at it, toss it as high up into the air as you can!"

"What's a mara-- oh, never mind. Just run. I'll be ready."

"A marathon is a long race."

It's said with a grin, as Molly lets off even more string, and then begins to jog away.

As luck would have it, a nice gust of wind comes along just as the string pulls tight.

As directed, when Agnes feels the pull on the string, she hefts the "kite" up as hard as she can. resisting the urge to put even a little magic behind the throw.

If it doesn't work, then she'll consider magic.

Molly grins when she feels the kite start to lift into the air, and turns so that she is walking back toward Agnes, while letting out more string to give the kite some height as it soars out over the lake.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Agnes puts her hand to her hand to shield against the sun, and stares up at the kite in what can only be described as wonder.

"It's beautiful!"

"Here, you can hold the string if you'd like."

Molly offers the spool over.

"It's easy enough...more string makes it go higher, and pulling on it one way or another can make it swoop a bit. The kite and the wind do most of the work."

She accepts the string hesitantly, careful to keep it taut.

When a new gust of wind catches the kite and tugs on the string, Agnes positively beams.

"It's fun, isn't it?"

She stands watching the kite for a while. It really was worth every knut, er, penny.

"What have you been up to? I haven't seen you in a while."

They needn't go into that whole awful mess about Jack again.

"It's amazing," she says honestly, swooping the kite along the breeze.

"Well, I've been in my room a lot," Agnes confesses. "And I did sort of help get rid of a problem from my world."

"What kind of problem? Did you go back home for that, , or was it here?"

"It was here. Someone else from my world came in and started making trouble for a lot of people. Stalking them, leaving them notes, playing at being some kind of Ghost. I met him back when I worked at the Opera House. He was quite mad. But it's okay now, because he's back where he belongs, and quite dead to boot."

"It's a good thing you were here, then. Though being dead doesn't mean much around here. I wonder how missed something like that going on."

Agnes has really got the hand of the kite flying!

"I've been spending a lot of time out here, I guess. The weather's been nice, and the bar gets crowded and noisy."

"You must have been out here, then, because there's no way you could have missed it," she says, tugging on the kitestring to get it away from the tree it was veering toward. "A swordfight in the middle of the bar is hard to overlook."

She motions with the roll of string. "Do you want to have a go? It is yours, after all."

Molly nods and takes the spool.

"A sword fight would definitely be hard to miss! I was going to say that I was out of the bar for three days, but it was only a few hours in bar time... how long ago was it?"

Agnes thinks a moment. "Almost a week ago?"

Had it really been that long? Time was really crazy in this place.

"Hmmm. No, I didn't leave here until a couple of days ago."

Ah, well, such is the life at Milliways.

"I'm sure something equally bizarre will be comong up soon."