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[thursdays_angel]

When his elder brother suggests a possible course of study, Castiel listens. Even if she is not quite the same elder brother he knows.

The weather is not yet conducive to learning to ride, but the seasons pass swiftly. And until then there is research.

And so Castiel has his nose buried in “The Noblest Invention: An Illustrated History of the Bicyle.”

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[thursdays_angel]

"How?"

[ellectrical]

She's silent for a long moment.

"I shouldn't - tell her. What she should be like. And I -"

(I don't think either of us need another disappointment.)

"I don't know. I could."

[thursdays_angel]

"I think perhaps you do not give X enough credit."

"I have found that she is in no way incapable of thinking for herself."

"You should have more faith. In your abilities and hers."

[ellectrical]

"She's not," Elle mumbles.

But she puts a hand to her forehead, and answers, louder, "Okay, I'll -"

Her hand lowers, and she shrugs one shoulder.

"- I'll think about it."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods.

Thinking is a start.

[ellectrical]

[ooc: Want to maybe fade it there?]

[thursdays_angel]

[OOC: Looks like a good spot. Oh, Elle! *hugs her a lot*]