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After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.
Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.
"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"
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truthwright
Of Alice, the alethiometer says, "He cannot enter."
Of Ghosty, the alethiometer says, "There is no precedent."
Of Aianon and Ansharil, the alethiometer says, "If one goes, the other must stay."
Of Ghosty, the alethiometer says, "There is no precedent."
Of Aianon and Ansharil, the alethiometer says, "If one goes, the other must stay."
lifes_sake
"Okay, you guys get the exciting opportunity to have one of you be a daemon, I guess, and Sarion can hang out with that one and hug him," says Cam. "My turn."
He makes a conditional wish.
There is a half-instant of discomfort, so quick as to be almost more vividly imagined than felt, and then from where he left Grace comes a hawk. She lands on his shoulder and starts fussing with his hair.
He makes a conditional wish.
There is a half-instant of discomfort, so quick as to be almost more vividly imagined than felt, and then from where he left Grace comes a hawk. She lands on his shoulder and starts fussing with his hair.
self_composed
"Yeah, likewise," shrugs Stella. "Unless you want to hang around and help Isibel hug whichever one of those two is a daemon. I'm going home, though." She kisses Alice and cues Jane and vanishes.
lifes_sake
"You guys could pull off the same trick I did with Grace," Cam points out to Aianon and Ansharil.
she_sells_seashells
"I guess I'm next," says Shell Bell, leaning on Pearl.
She reverses her anti-daemon wish. Her smew appears in her arms.
"You're going to have to name me, at some point," he points out to Shell Bell.
She reverses her anti-daemon wish. Her smew appears in her arms.
"You're going to have to name me, at some point," he points out to Shell Bell.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell melts as soon as Pearl comes into direct contact with the unnamed smew. "Oh I love you," she breathes.
she_sells_seashells
Standing up is hard. Shell Bell lifts one inch into the air and hovers effortlessly, sighing.
sicaria
Snuggle snuggle.
...they should probably be accomplishing something right now, shouldn't they.
...they should probably be accomplishing something right now, shouldn't they.
she_sells_seashells
Not really! They're waiting for Aianon and Ansharil to decide things. Shell Bell can totally bask until then.
endragoned
Aianon and Ansharil... are still thinking.
They decide that if one of them is going to have daemonlike characteristics, it should be Ansharil.
"I will go to the afterlife," says Aianon.
They decide that if one of them is going to have daemonlike characteristics, it should be Ansharil.
"I will go to the afterlife," says Aianon.
dark_light
"Okay," says Amariah. "And now the question is how we get there."
She tries a boosted teleportation power, like the one Aurora has to let her get between subworlds of Rainbow - and she tries to carry everyone to the border of the afterlife, where the daemons and their attendants can sit and wait and everyone else can walk in.
This place turns out to exist.
It looks like a dock, shrouded in mist, leading out into murky water.
And here is a gentleman in a canoe.
She tries a boosted teleportation power, like the one Aurora has to let her get between subworlds of Rainbow - and she tries to carry everyone to the border of the afterlife, where the daemons and their attendants can sit and wait and everyone else can walk in.
This place turns out to exist.
It looks like a dock, shrouded in mist, leading out into murky water.
And here is a gentleman in a canoe.
He blinks once.
"That's new," he says.
"That's new," he says.
dark_light
"I'd be stunned if it wasn't," Amariah says. "My understanding is that the daemons have to stay here. The rest of us can go over the water with you? Is that where the dead people are? Who are you?"