Making Ahiru human again had not been a quick and easy process, nor had the decision to try been one swiftly arrived at.
First of all, it had had to occur to him in the first place. That had taken time. He’d meant what he said to her beneath the lake, after all, and his powers were something he didn’t feel in complete control of, so making the leap to the idea of transforming her with his writing had been anything but immediate.
As time went on, however, something began to bother him. He wasn’t sure what until he saw her with the other ducks at the lake one day and how her behavior differed from theirs. For the first time, he thought, he really thought, about how unlike a duck she was in everything but form. She understood what he said to her, she read things, she tried to dance and to communicate. He also caught her more than once looking longingly at the Academy, at people they passed on the way to or from the lake who were students there. Moreover, she wasn&