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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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subtly_artistic
subtly_artistic
How'd they get along? Smoosh, goes the clay. She spins the wheel. It smooshes more symmetrically.
He was nervous about Mahtan's answer and unhappy to not be the smartest person in the room, but he didn't try giving her orders.
subtly_artistic
That's good. There's no convenient body of water, he'd have clay all over him.
He smiles. Raising children around Aulë is a good way to get them thinking of Kingship as rather an artifice. Anyway, she doggedly ignored anything he did that could be considered rude in favor of getting work done, which might be an alternate way to handle him.
subtly_artistic
Maybe. I think what I'm doing is working for me but not everybody should need my exact mix of perspective and turn of phrase to interact with Fëanáro, that would be really impractical.
I always assumed he'd have a relatively small circle of friends. Or change as he grows up, I guess.
subtly_artistic
Yes, but if he's hard to even be acquaintances with he will have a little trouble being beloved by all.
Was that his ambition? I thought it was just 'respected by all'.
subtly_artistic
He's used both phrasings. I think what he actually means is 'beloved, and everybody has the standards I think they should have about who is beloved'.
He presses a hand to his forehead unhappily. Well, he's ten. He'll grow up.
You don't think that's a big part of it?
subtly_artistic
I'm - not sure. He has a really sophisticated intellect, he makes it do all the work, and I'm not sure he'll grow out of that.
It just has to do slightly better work.
He says please somewhat regularly now, at least to people he likes.
Indeed. And it's only been a year.
subtly_artistic
Snort.
Hey this clay is kinda centered on the wheel now that's cool. She will try coaxing a well into it.
Hey this clay is kinda centered on the wheel now that's cool. She will try coaxing a well into it.
He is happy to offer advice and suggestions and so forth.
subtly_artistic
And she will potter around until Fëanáro's back, unless that takes so long that she thinks she might as well go to Mahtan's. ...There she goes being vague with time. She looks at her watch and decides to potter around for a maximum of half an hour.
He is in fact back by that time. His face is puffy like he's been crying. "I can go. I have to write lots of letters."
subtly_artistic
- is there something for her to wipe clay off her hands with, yes, there, she does that so she can scoop him up. "Then you will write lots of letters. Are you okay? You look like that was a rough conversation."
"I don't like being around people who are sad because of me, I feel extremely strongly worthless."