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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
In that case I think I should just go back. Trust the dizziness to fade.
subtly_artistic
I'm not sure I can do anything about the dizziness, but Rúmil mentioned that you have some fuzzed-out memories? I might be able to help there, although it would involve looking at them myself. I'm professionally forbidden to tell anyone anything about stuff I see in people's heads without permission, though.
Yeah, I can't remember a lot of things. You can do something about that?
subtly_artistic
Maybe. It depends on what happened to your memories; I couldn't address all possible causes of them being missing.
I think they just got fuzzy in Mandos.
Please.
It'd be nice if the trees would grow a comfy bench here.
subtly_artistic
How kind of the trees. Plop. Okay, can you concentrate on a time that you're having trouble remembering, so I can go find it? And confirm that it's okay if I see the things that I'm sharpening?
She nods. Focuses. Yes, that's okay. I'm not embarrassed by anything. I don't know, maybe when it fuzzes less I will be.
subtly_artistic
I promise to be very nonjudgmental and not to gossip, anyway, Bella says, and she goes looking. What manner of fuzz is this.
What kinds of fuzz is she familiar with and able to distinguish?
subtly_artistic
This is not the right question; that is like asking what kinds of grass she is familiar with an able to distinguish when the question is 'has it gone to seed' or 'can she braid it'. She combs through the fuzz, seeing how it responds to subtle perturbations. Is it a separate thing or a property of the memories themselves? How deeply entangled?
It seems separate, laid over the memories or something, a little clumsily.
subtly_artistic
That's... weird.
That. Looks deliberate.
But if it's clumsy maybe she can just geeeeently sweep it away -
That. Looks deliberate.
But if it's clumsy maybe she can just geeeeently sweep it away -
That works. It's slow going, though.
subtly_artistic
Well, she'll get faster with practice. She's not going to attack the fuzz with a snowshovel until she's worked with it a little more, there's delicate mind structures everywhere.
The memories, if she catches them, are mostly memories of mild wrongdoing. Taking extra food once when there wasn't enough. Telling a lie, caught in an awkward situation. And a girlfriend. There are a lot of memories of a girlfriend.
Eventually that's everything.
Huh. She blinks. Oh, Mandos explained - dying allows you to address all your faults and be returned to life without them, except I guess somehow the returning without them involved forgetting them. This is much nicer.
I think I do. I didn't mind the old way, it just felt odd to be missing things.