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Amariah is starting a circle in her yard - minting and enchanting can pull heavier duty than witchcraft, and faster, too, but they won't scale unless she wants to hand out copies of her trump cards; novel spells will, since there are many witches across the globe.
And then Jane asks if she wants to be visited, by Juliet's Sherlock - Minus - and Amariah's reply is "Sure, I could take a break." Because she's been at this for a while now and was just about to wish a crick out of her back for the second time this afternoon.
She puts down her pitcher of oil and waits for him to appear.
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"Decently enough. Trying to generalize the immortality spell I used for Kas, making sluggish progress, the alethiometer would be so much more useful if it spoke English but I'm afraid I'll break it if I tamper with it and there are only the two of them. Good, you remembered to wish for not-a-daemon before coming."
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[I wouldn't put anybody in Alethia who didn't want a daemon or wish against the event,] Jane puts in.
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"Yes," says Sherlock, "for which I am very grateful, because no one likes to create intelligent life by accident."
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"A daemon isn't so much new intelligent life, anyway," shrugs Amariah. "More like - a subagent. But inconvenient to have if you don't plan on it."
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"What's on your mind lately?" Amariah asks. "I don't get lots of visitors."
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"It occurred to me that I have a friend in another universe whom I can visit whenever I like. I liked."
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Amariah laughs and flops onto her back in the grass around the edge of the bare spot in the yard where she casts her circles. "That's what makes Jane such a pleasant surprise. That and her scintillating personality."
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"It's comfy. I magicked the grass specifically for comfort and non-itchiness and so on. Because me and Kas have loooots of privacy out here," she chuckles.
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She rolls over to face him instead of the sky. "I just bet. It's a nice house. I complain about the alethiometer, but it does us routine favors of which I quite approve."
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"No, it told us where to find a house we could just move into without anybody objecting," laughs Amariah.