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Sadde's running.
Not for any particular reason, just because it's faster. He's been meaning to go to one of the capitals for a bit and now, he supposes, is as good a time as any.
And eventually he's not running anymore, because he's close enough to civilisation that someone might spot him. Not that he wouldn't be able to notice them by scent before they saw him, but still. And as he makes his way to the Norway capital at this more leisurely pace, he notices the tiny, shiny key. He walks towards it and picks it up and immediately notices just how magic it is. He can tell by the way the key feels like things, and different things depending on where it is.
He verifies that what the key feels like is consistent in absolute location by waving it around a bit and seeing that the same place always feels the same. "Huh," he murmurs to himself.
He straightens up and thinks. The first obvious thing to try is seeing whether it opens any doors—a universal skeleton key sounds like the kind of thing a magical key could be—but the second obvious thing can be tested right there and then. He pushes the key into thin air with some purpose, as if he wanted to unlock an invisible door, and then turns it, et voilà, the faintest of door-shaped outlines appears before him.
He locks the door, and it disappears. Unlocks it again, and there it is. So he pulls it open and sees—
"So, I didn't actually get to ask, what are your long-term plans? I assume you liked mine or you wouldn't have suddenly decided to make us a thing, but maybe they were just similar enough to count or something."
"I'm not going to form anything as stable as a 'plan' until I know more about how the key works. But what I was already doing wasn't that great and running around demoning everything would be."
Hug! Now with added wings! It turns out it's possible to do a double wing hug if somebody's wings go low and somebody's go high.
...and there may be some more neck nibbling. They do have two weeks to kill, after all.
But not in a continuous whirlwind of sex. Cam wants to eat noncoffee food, he really does want to see the third act of Atriama that he was distracted from, he's actually in the middle of a book...
Does Cam mind if Sadde watches it with him or cuddles him while he reads his book and gets a book or twenty to read himself?
Cam does check the camera now and then to see if the gate has closed...
Nope! Still up and shimmering.
"I wonder if it varies gate to gate how long they stay. That'd be inconvenient."
"Yeah, I was considering that myself. It'd be just like a mysterious magical artefact to behave like that."
"Or suitably creative about how horrible the world can be, one of those."
"Shall I assign you other personality traits? Have you always wanted to be phlegmatic? Like, if you tell me you're a pessimist I'll believe you, I just want my observations explained."