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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
"But we can go. So that's good."
subtly_artistic
"Yup. First thing after I wake up tomorrow and have breakfast." Pause. "Yes, on consideration I still think having breakfast is reasonable."
"Is that how you don't let time slip?"
He frowns."I'm glad we're leaving."
"Can I have the pottery wheel back? I wanted to have something good. In case that's why Mahtan won't teach me."
subtly_artistic
"Sure." She gets up. "I'll go talk to Mahtan, see if I can get somewhere with him too, I'm on a roll today."
"Thank you," he says. "You should tell him that I'm trying really hard on not being so awful."
subtly_artistic
"...I will probably phrase it differently but I will convey the approximate sentiment."
"Okay."
subtly_artistic
"Have fun making pots."
And she waves to Rúmil - that must look weird, seen from her own perspective - and heads out to Mahtan's. She's not going to try to get all the way to the island on today's mana, so she flies there.
And she waves to Rúmil - that must look weird, seen from her own perspective - and heads out to Mahtan's. She's not going to try to get all the way to the island on today's mana, so she flies there.
He's in his workshop again, with a number of other people, including both girls. "Hello, Bella."
"Well, thank you! The glasses working?"
subtly_artistic
"They're great! I've been spending my time on Tol Eressëa lately, though, I don't know if you heard."
"I heard that you got greatly distressed by something related to mortality and your world, went off at once for Manwë, went off at once in the opposite direction for Tol Eressea, accidentally took Fëanáro along, gave Finwë a week of nightmares, and are planning to return eventually. Did the rumor mill distort the truth too gravely?"
subtly_artistic
"...I didn't know about the nightmares. Um. That's what happened, yes, I found out that there's an effect in Valinor that makes time seem to pass differently and I don't like it, but Manwë couldn't except me from it like I wanted, so I'm working on a magical solution after which time I'll move right back."
He nods. "I'm glad we have Tol Eressea for that sort of thing."
subtly_artistic
"It's very convenient. Fëanáro got actual permission to come with me, today."
"Did he? I commend the King for his ability to put Fëanáro ahead of his own happiness however unsympathetic Fëanáro tends to be about the fact those are ever in conflict."
subtly_artistic
Erm. "Fëanáro's got some social skills that aren't all hammered out yet."
"When I was ten I'm told I kindly explained to other children that they were too stupid to be helpful to me even with menial work. The greatest gift of the Ages is the space to reinvent ourselves."
subtly_artistic
"When I was ten I told a persistently overfriendly classmate that while she seemed very well-intentioned she wasn't interesting enough to hold my short term attention as long as I wasn't out of books and I didn't expect to still want to be friends with her when I went to college and she was farming goats so there was no point in us talking. ...What are you hoping Fëanáro'll reinvent before you'll teach him?"
"Most children genuinely don't get much out of metalworking at ten, they don't have the attention span, they're not physically strong enough, he won't be behind at all if he starts at twenty. I think he wants to do it because metalworking is a skill highly prized by our people and he's going through acquiring knowledge like it's a checklist. I think he'll get more out of it if he starts it when he wants to make something out of metal."