Isabella continues her work on motion magic. Metis has been paying less attention to her even when she's around; Isabella's learned enough that the marginal value of working with a teacher is diminishing and the apprenticeship will probably be brought to a formal end soon enough. Then she'll have to find somewhere else to go, probably her dad's house or the clan enclave. The former will be easier to secretly practice her new branch of magic in. The latter will be easier to have sex with Kas in without unwanted interference. Maybe she should just find her own place, somehow. She's not sure how to find opportunities for it. Metis stumbled across her house by sheer accident. But she's got a few months to think it over. (And an alethiometer, for that matter. It can probably find a house that she can just move into, with Kas reading it.)
Kas and Petaal ring the doorbell, Petaal actually in witch-silks for once, Kas with his arm around her waist nuzzling her shoulder.
"Boat back where it goes!" confirms Kas, and he steps forward to give her a hug and a kiss. "You'll never guess who I ran into on the way back!"
"I went to Milliways and saw my alt again and let's go inside so I can show you what he did," he laughs.
There's a scar there, barely healed, the exact mirror of the bayleaf tattoo on his other hip.
"He really likes you," Petaal adds. "I mean, from what we've said about you. He thinks you're pretty great."
"So, so far, of the alts of me he's met that we know about, Shell Bell shot him, no-nickname-yet who's also dating one of you put him on an asteroid, and I sound pretty great. I'm not sure how to feel about that," remarks Isabella.
"Understandable. But I know me and I've met Shell Bell now too, so I think no-nickname probably had a good reason," shrugs Isabella.
"You could talk to him about it," Petaal adds. "I bet he'd tell you."
"Maybe. I haven't found any doors, so far you've been the one to find it both times. I'll come along next time if we're in the same town at the time."
"'Kay," he says. "We can try to explain it if you want, but like I said, I don't know everything."
"I am curious. Both as a personality trait and about this," she says, closing the door behind him and flopping onto a chair. Metis is in the backyard, drawing a truly enormous sugar circle.
"I think it's a few things," he says. "One of them's about the other me she's fucking, and I don't know much about that. But the asteroid—I really like people," he explains. "All of me do. I don't need to be close to them personally—I like it, I don't need it—but I love cities, I hate being out on my own in the middle of nowhere for too long. He's the same way. It would've killed him to be out there with nobody else around, if it weren't for Milliways. And he gets why she did it, and he's not mad, but it breaks his heart a little that she'd do that to him."
"Do you know why she picked an asteroid and didn't just... squirrel him away somewhere on his Earth?"
"Huh. Maybe she will, when she finds the Belltower. Man, I am really excited to see what happens with the Belltower, I wonder how many of us there are."