[vi automatically slows her pace to accommodate her sister's unfamiliarity with legs - it had gone a lot different with silco, but she pushes that the fuck out of the way and thinks about how she'd had to lean on alayne at least a little that first time. the second might be easier for jinx as it had been for her - or it might not. she will fucking bridal carry her if she has to, no fucks given.

jinx looks ...nervous. overwhelmed, even. and why shouldn't she - that's a lot of choice.

it's too unwieldy to ride an omen here - up the narrow boardwalk and through all these wakers, but fang emerges anyway, pouring out of vi to make a perfectly medium dog sized version of herself, pausing at least once to lean into jinx and emit a happy sounding whine as she trots along beside.

when they reach the boardwalk, vi will pause, gauge the risk and ask, with words instead of a rough gesture like she had done with silco:]

I'm gonna get your bag, okay? There might be clothes in it, and there's a bunch of other stuff in there, too. Are you okay waiting here with Fang? I'll only be like ...a couple minutes, tops, promise.