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[moonsheen]

Okay, remember that soulbonded dragons ficmeme that some of you insanely brilliant people threw around a couple of months ago? I'm... not ready for that one yet. BUT ALL THE SAME:

Name me a character/series/pairing and I will write a short fic in which they all have His Dark Material-style daemons.

Because we've ALL PLAYED THAT GAME. Don't lie. I totally saw the number of you that filled out the quiz on the Golden Compass site. For those of you who have NOT read the books, all you need to know about daemons is: "magical soulbound spirit animal".

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I had to think a lot on Ema's. Klavier's was a no brainer.

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“We’re at a dead end.” Ema managed, with great strength, not to drive her pen through the transcript of the latest witness account. Any defense team worth their salt was going to riddle it apart. Justice would take a machine gun to it. Ema’s badger daemon gnashed his teeth, the fur along his striped back standing up on end. Ema shoved a fistful of snackoos into her mouth and he quieted down. “Honestly? If this case goes to trial like this? All the glitter in the world won’t save you.”

When this garnered no reply, she threw the folder down. “Well. I’ve done my job. I’m going to sleep. It’s a biological process I’ve heard of. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?” She gathered Ignatius under her arm.

Her companion stared over his hands at the opposite wall. “Blume,” he muttered.

“Prosecutor Gavin?”

Klavier looked up at her, blinked, and snapped his smile on. “Apologies. What was that?”

“I’m going home,” said Ema, eyeing him strangely. “Anything else I should prepare for tomorrow’s performance?” Anything else that’ll no doubt make me look like an idiot? Ema added mentally. You do so enjoy it

Ignatius huffed impatiently. Her hand had gone tight in his coat.

Klavier smiled and shrugged, leaning back in his chair as though he didn’t have a trial in the morning. Gerda, weaving her way around his feet, was another story. The peahen shuffled strangely. No, check that, she shook. Her feathers all wrung out as she opened and closed her wings, casting nervous looks up at Klavier.

“I am thinking,” he said, not really answering Ema’s question. He scooped Gerda under an arm, placing his hand over her head to calm her. “He went to him for legal counsel.”

“Who did what now?”

“Kristoph,” said Klavier, whose daemon was trying her damnedest to crawl into his shirt. “The suspect went to him, I mean. It was some years ago and a favor. Very unimportant.”

Ema went cold. “Very unrelated?”

Klavier’s smile went colder. “With him? Very unlikely.”

Ema felt the breath go out of her. “I’ll call the warden,” she said, cursing as she set Ignatius back on the desk.