She thinks. "Is prostitution illegal? Oh, I suppose it is. That's stupid."
"Rather. I don't suppose you happen to know why it's been banned?"
Isabella is seized by the sudden impulse to pet his hair. She sees no particular reason to quash it.
Definitely not a quashing reason. She carries on petting him. Path coos in a minimally owly manner.
Petaal turns into a bee hummingbird again and hovers in front of Path's face, touching her beak to his feathers like a tiny tiny kiss.
Path giggles. He probably couldn't peck back without hurting her when she's so small.
"I am not going to be a crazy witch," Isabella whispers ever so quietly back. Aloud, she says, "So what kind of spell should I teach Petaal when we get back to Metis's?"
"That's still not specific enough to let me pick something," laughs Isabella. "I'll just wind up teaching you the snow-circle. Do you want to just learn the snow-circle?"
"Okay then. May as well start going over the words then. Repeat after me..." She goes through the Svaaric words of the spell, one at a time.
Petaal learns them! He is better at it than Kas is at French, perhaps because he's trying harder, perhaps because he has to learn fewer things.
"I plan to actually learn Svaaric at some point, but only after I have enough magic basics to strike off on my own and maybe only after I get an alethiometer," remarks Isabella after Petaal has the words down. "Now, that particular spell does invoke Yambe Akka, so if the goddesses-just-won't-listen-to-you hypothesis is correct, it's particularly unlikely to work. We can pick a spell that doesn't refer directly to a goddess in that case, but that could easily not work either."