"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
"Nope, not a bit," confirms Ranata. "Might make it hard for you to transport Lecasryn comfortably, but she can go under her own power now you're separated."
"Yes," replies her daemon from wingsnuggles, happily.
"Alright. Then naked I shall be! This is fun."
Eventually the queen is located. She appears to be making arrows.
Zeviana will wait until addressed! Because she's still on her best behavior, though it bothers her a little. She'll put up with it for awesome witch clan.
"Hello again," says the queen. "How have you passed the intervening hours?"
"I've fixed the mint, rosemary, and most of the watercress fields to be weed-free - they should stay like that for years, but the watercress I'm less sure about, I ran out of mana before I could finish it properly. Then after that," Zeviana grins, "I got to know some of your clan members. I like you guys, you're fun."
"If you would like to take the clan mark," says the queen, "and act as one of us, I would be disposed to have you."
This is a delicate way of asking, 'I'm not going to become basically your minion, right?'
"When I ask something reasonable of a clan member," says the queen, raising one eyebrow slightly, "I expect to be obliged. If there is a war within your lifetime I will expect you to be on our side in whatever capacity can best use you. I do not expect to take up much of your time or ask anything distasteful to you."
"Okay, making sure. Thank you for being wonderfully sane, I'm still getting used to that bit. Those sound like reasonable things to request. In that case - I'm up for it."
Ranata follows.
Zeviana does, too. She will probably need help on how to tie silks, later. To look properly witchy.
Shortly after the queen comes out with a bowl and a thin paintbrush. "This doesn't exactly tickle when I spell it to sink in," she says. "But it's over in a moment. Wrist, please."
Outside she stays! The wrist is produced as requested. "All right."
"Mark this witch
As one of mine
As one of ours
Mark this witch
For all to know
Where she may call home
With our symbol."
And then the tattoo stings like crazy - and then it's just dry pigment across her skin.
"Pretty. Thank you, I'm honored to be a part of your clan."
"You're welcome here," says the queen. "And to help yourself to the things here within reason. Likewise if someone of the clan wants your help..." She makes an illustrative gesture. "That is what it's for."
She grins. "I'm going to love it here, you don't have the stupid sh- er, stuff that mortals come with. This is great!"
"Congratulations," laughs Ranata, and she holds out her arms in an offer of a hug.
She is excited.
"I owe my brother a hug, he is a good brother for finding this plane. He should get a prize."
"My daughter's not a good enough plane-finding prize?" teases Ranata.
Zeviana laughs. "Fair enough! But she's not a prize to be handed off, she is a bonus that he is delighted to find."