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When the party has been going on for a few hours but no one has left yet, everyone is called into the main room. (The dragons will have a sufficient view if they prefer to perch at the outer doors.)
Angela has worked out a ceremony that will satisfy the involved parties, a reworking of standard Samarian traditions with some revised wording and adjustments for the fact that the groom inhabits two bodies. This ceremony, unlike the elven one, doesn't involve any jewelry.
And then Sarion and her beloved are married. Again.
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carillons
"Because I go places like that, and if you found me before her she's probably even less findable."
carillons
"Not alone, exactly," she says. "But out of the way. There can be other people there if I don't mind them."
pina_colada
And awander they go. Kerron lets her take the lead on the theory that the same sorts of places will look like appealing hideyholes.
carillons
She checks the top of the plant first, but she doesn't have to do much more than peek at the arch of the domed roof, covered in magnificently enormous flowers, before she shakes her head.
The bottom of the plant is much more promising; there are lots of little spaces amid the tangle of roots to tuck oneself into. Ariel investigates them.
The bottom of the plant is much more promising; there are lots of little spaces amid the tangle of roots to tuck oneself into. Ariel investigates them.
carillons
There are lots of little spaces. And some of them are too small for either of them to fit, but could probably admit a six-year-old human.
"Hmm," says Ariel, contemplating such a gap.
"Hmm," says Ariel, contemplating such a gap.
pina_colada
Kerron starts listening for small breathing noises such as those a six-year-old human might make.
carillons
The small breathing noises become small crawling noises, and then a small face peeks out of the small gap.
"How did you know?" she asks.
"How did you know?" she asks.
carillons
"You're big," says Hyacinthe.
"You're little!" says Ariel.
Hyacinthe thinks for a moment, and nods gravely. And then thinks for another moment, and asks, "Do you think a mouse with wings would be happy?"
"...I don't know," says Ariel. She finds a dangling loop of root to perch in, since she'd get tired of hovering otherwise, and looks at Kerron. "What do you think?"
"You're little!" says Ariel.
Hyacinthe thinks for a moment, and nods gravely. And then thinks for another moment, and asks, "Do you think a mouse with wings would be happy?"
"...I don't know," says Ariel. She finds a dangling loop of root to perch in, since she'd get tired of hovering otherwise, and looks at Kerron. "What do you think?"
pina_colada
"Well, that'd probably depend on how it was made," he muses. "People with wings seem pretty happy, though." He pats Ariel illustratively on the head.
carillons
Ariel giggles.
"Yeah," she says, "if I was a mouse I'd want to still have wings. But maybe if I was a mouse, I wouldn't want to if I hadn't ever."
Hyacinthe nods again. "Maman says she will make me a winged mouse if I want but I don't know if I do."
"Yeah," she says, "if I was a mouse I'd want to still have wings. But maybe if I was a mouse, I wouldn't want to if I hadn't ever."
Hyacinthe nods again. "Maman says she will make me a winged mouse if I want but I don't know if I do."