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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
When she wakes up Tirion is the same but she feels so different!
subtly_artistic
She gets to work. She has a lecture outlined by lunchtime and goes to see Fëanáro.
Fëanáro is translating her textbooks.
"Slowly. Quenya doesn't have enough words. I am thinking how to generate them more efficiently."
"Want them to be learned broadly enough that half the ones in the textbook aren't new."
subtly_artistic
"Oh. That'd be hard, since there is definitely a low rate of acknowledged mental illness in the population for the one set of books and very few wars being conducted by wizards and assassins and such for the history stuff. Not a lot of call to discuss it in Quenya."
"People like inventing and discussing and learning words, though. There might be a way to have a study focused around that."
subtly_artistic
"Maybe. I guess if people just inherently enjoy learning vocabulary it doesn't matter as much if it ever comes up in conversation."
"Or they'll find occasion to use words they think are beautiful."
"Don't you ever divert your path to walk through an exceptionally beautiful stretch of the city?"
subtly_artistic
"...Not if I'm trying to get somewhere. I don't think I did that even time-slid unless somebody was walking with me."
"Huh. I didn't think that was the timeslide, just liking beautiful things, but maybe it was."
subtly_artistic
"It might not be the slide, since I don't think the slide had me doing it when I was walking alone."
"We are different species. Perhaps finding beauty important in that way is just a species difference. Or a cultural one, though the Vanyar and Teleri have it too."
subtly_artistic
"Yeah, that's my guess is that it's a species thing. I mean, I like pretty things, but we've already noticed that I don't care about exacting handwriting, say, to the same extent. Handwriting should be legible and walking should get you places and beauty is for decorations."
He shakes his head. "Your species is right about so many things but not those ones."
subtly_artistic
"Give us a break, in our natural habitat our entire lives are over before we're your chronological age. Needs must."
He nods solemnly. "You guys really need to fix that. It's so unfair."
subtly_artistic
"Persistently intractable problem there, might crack under sufficient experimentation here but then it'd be hard to export."
"Oh. Right."
subtly_artistic
"...Okay, not completely intractable, there's ways to become undead that don't lose one one's mind, but then you have to be an undead and it's really hard to pull off anyway, it's not a popular tradeoff."
"What's wrong with being undead?"