It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
Not right now, definitely. That was more than enough sad for one--thing.
I'm right here, I'm not leaving again, everything's going to be okay.
Good.
Everything's going to be okay someday. We'll figure something out.
It doesn't take Caranthir very long to secure them a discreet castle.
This is impressive and Idaia is impressed. Gloria makes good on her promise to give them a housewarming present. Probably fortunately, it isn't one of the Valinor paintings. Instead it's an astronomically correct image of about half of Saturn against a backdrop of stars. Idaia wasn't lying about her being good at what she does.
At some point while Idaia is moving her stuff in it may become apparent that her dozens of notebooks are all filled with his alphabet.
Oh. That.
It was sort of a way of remembering you. Like going out on weekends and shooting wild pigs with a bow and arrow.
Nah, they're an invasive species, but it was mostly because the fact that they're an invasive species means there's not a limit to the number you're allowed to hunt in a year.
I love you too. Also all the documents on my computer are in dyslexia-friendly fonts, not that that's as immediately relevant to you, but it's the principle of the thing.
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