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Bella's house gets done, and she fills it up with things. She experiments with magic, and theorizes when she has more data to work with; when she runs out of her steadily increasing mana supply for a day she studies Quenya. One morning she sits bolt upright in bed, realizes she has not seen a single wheel since she got here, and runs off to Mahtan to explain the concept, which is, it turns out, new.
When Fëanáro is feeling sociable she hangs out with him. He finishes his novel. (In it, the school turns him over to social workers and adopt him out, he escapes his foster family, he encounters a dragon and talks his way past it with stories about Arda, he studies wizardry and is unreasonably effective at it, when the dragon opens a portal to Arda he sneaks through too and the Valar slay the dragon, he fixes his mother with magic, and then he masters planar travel himself and conquers Bella's plane.) He finishes his typewriter, too; Bella's of the opinion that it would have been easier if he made vowels separate instead of consonant-hats, but it works okay like so. She acquires one when there is more than one, and learns to type, because crystal balls are a long time coming.
She has made some progress, though. She finds the common thread in dud combinations that produced an aura, and successfully decomposes all her original spells into pieces and begins to make new combinations. Most of these are trivial like the increased character limit arcane mark. Reverse-engineering her undead-damaging spell, though, gets her (small) arcane healing well in advance of when she was expecting to have that down. So anybody who lives on her block and cuts themselves cooking breakfast can knock on her door - or that of anybody who's getting the spells as she turns them out - and get that seen to without bothering a Maia.
Once a month she sees Miriel. Bella doesn't have any ideas that land any better than "forget you forgot something". But forgetting the contents of that foolish, foolish oath is at least a holding pattern that lets Miriel pretty much live her life, so, therapeutic success? ...Bella makes sure to remind Fëanáro that he is very adorable and lovable and adored and loved.
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"And no bringing anything? Can I leave a note for my parents -?"
"I thought we'd better leave as fast as we could so your universe didn't eat me. Though it's going to have a hard time. I have new magic and I'm much harder to eat. But you can pack things if you think it's safe." He looks around wonderingly. "And we have to take the books."
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"- here." She hands him a Pax-to-Yokano dictionary. "Anti-the-universe-eating-you precaution. Please stop talking about how hard you would be to eat. I'll pack fast. I'll be gone five minutes getting boxes."
He opens it and sits down.
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And she dashes down the stairs and out to the grocery store, which gives her boxes, and she packs all of her books and her crystal ball and her notes, and then she writes a letter because her father hasn't caught up to having ethernet yet. She glances over at Fëanáro occasionally to see how he and Yokano are getting along.
He hasn't finished the dictionary yet, at least.
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Okay, so she can linger a little over the letter. She pulls her crystal ball out of the box to send her mother a quick note that there is a longer note to be found in the apartment and her patients all cancellation notices, then reboxes it. "That's everything important."
"Great," he says, and takes her hand. He can still barely reach it. And then they're in Valinor, somewhere she hasn't been, in the far south, where the Treelight's weaker.
"Rúmil's friends say the Valar do not look in often, down here. So the plan is to teach you planar shifting and then find a way to refine it for desired characteristics of target planes - we need a science fantasy one and that's not safe to check - and then go there, if the Valar won't let you stay."
"Rúmil's friends say the Valar do not look in often, down here. So the plan is to teach you planar shifting and then find a way to refine it for desired characteristics of target planes - we need a science fantasy one and that's not safe to check - and then go there, if the Valar won't let you stay."
He makes his notes appear in the air. "Then we can rescue everyone from your plane, and everyone from Valinor who doesn't like the Valar."
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"Oh, I didn't warn my parents to expect to be plane shifted," Bella says faintly. - She's gotten out of the habit of assuming she's a wizard.
"Are you feeling small again? I can go get Rúmil while you're learning the plane shift."
"I came as fast as I could without going so fast I didn't have a plan."
"I hate the Valar."
"That mortals in Valinor was very disruptive and was going to make the bliss of Aman much shorter-lived so with regrets they had to send you back to your home with other mortals." He rattles it off like he's heard it several hundred times. "Father pleaded with them. Mother pleaded with them."
"I didn't because I saw that they're just Melkor's brothers and you have to avoid them, not talk to them. I started working right away. They took your necklace but I had invented my own a while earlier. I'm sorry it took me so long."
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"It's okay. It - it wasn't that bad after the first, first shock, nothing came after me, I just - shrank and went back to school and got a job -"
"I'd die. And you're not that different from me, just scareder of dying."
"It means that you'd shrink even though it hurts so much. It doesn't mean that it hurts you any less than it'd hurt me."