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Adarin's magic has some advantages over witchcraft, but it is imperfect. Still, over time, mana recovers, and in this time Metis's hospitality does not run out.
They watch Harry Potter, Adarin is introduced to Wikipedia, he makes the second thingamajig. Isabella interrogates her alethiometer.
It's kind of cryptic about whether she has to fear being a "crazy witch". But she's tentatively optimistic and still brainstorming new ways to format the question. (She complains about the alethiometer being bad at numbers and at "yes" and "no".)
It can, however, identify landmarks by referring to whatever they're named after. It's not so hard to interpret on the subject of where she may find a place to claim. She moves into it, Adarin in tow, Metis retained as a friendly advisor but apprenticeship terminated. The place has plumbing and a generator already; she gets satellite Internet for an entire half-day of spellcasting and collects a hand-me-down laptop from a mortal friend of her mother's. She sets up arrangements for building a nice big wall along the edge of a clearing on her appropriated property. It's a very busy couple of weeks.
Eventually she tries asking the alethiometer a fifteenth way whether she's prone to crazy witchitude. Whether she'd ever hurt someone she loved if they rejected her, or even threaten it.
The alethiometer says: love violence counter-to querent nature.
She's starting to get the hang of interpreting it, even if most of the practice has involved getting the addresses (via intersection and cardinal direction because it can't give her anything so useful as house number or latitude) and this is - this is pretty damn good.
This is good enough.
Of course, that's not all the answer she needs, is it?
Path goes looking for Vernaia.
They watch Harry Potter, Adarin is introduced to Wikipedia, he makes the second thingamajig. Isabella interrogates her alethiometer.
It's kind of cryptic about whether she has to fear being a "crazy witch". But she's tentatively optimistic and still brainstorming new ways to format the question. (She complains about the alethiometer being bad at numbers and at "yes" and "no".)
It can, however, identify landmarks by referring to whatever they're named after. It's not so hard to interpret on the subject of where she may find a place to claim. She moves into it, Adarin in tow, Metis retained as a friendly advisor but apprenticeship terminated. The place has plumbing and a generator already; she gets satellite Internet for an entire half-day of spellcasting and collects a hand-me-down laptop from a mortal friend of her mother's. She sets up arrangements for building a nice big wall along the edge of a clearing on her appropriated property. It's a very busy couple of weeks.
Eventually she tries asking the alethiometer a fifteenth way whether she's prone to crazy witchitude. Whether she'd ever hurt someone she loved if they rejected her, or even threaten it.
The alethiometer says: love violence counter-to querent nature.
She's starting to get the hang of interpreting it, even if most of the practice has involved getting the addresses (via intersection and cardinal direction because it can't give her anything so useful as house number or latitude) and this is - this is pretty damn good.
This is good enough.
Of course, that's not all the answer she needs, is it?
Path goes looking for Vernaia.
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"Only in the loose sense that I feel responsible for everything that has ever happened since I was roughly six because if I were more effective and knowledgeable and faster I would have been able to get more of it fixed."
prodigal_miser
He pauses, then carefully moves Vern from her usual place on his lap to next to him.
Then he hugs her.
Then he hugs her.
prodigal_miser
"You aren't. I mean - if anything, I suppose it's my fault, but..."
Vern finishes his sentence for him. "We've talked about it, and in order to have avoided it we would have had to never let our guard down. Ever. And we don't think we want to live like that."
Vern finishes his sentence for him. "We've talked about it, and in order to have avoided it we would have had to never let our guard down. Ever. And we don't think we want to live like that."
prodigal_miser
"I know. Sometimes I'm ridiculous."
He's started to shiver a little, in her arms, but he hasn't pulled away from hugs.
He's started to shiver a little, in her arms, but he hasn't pulled away from hugs.
prodigal_miser
His hair is pet. It seems to help, at least a little. Eventually, he buries his face in her shoulder and starts quietly sobbing.
dark_light
Such cuddles.
She considers kissing his forehead but eventually decides she doesn't know enough about how he'd take it. She does press her cheek to his head and go on petting him.
She considers kissing his forehead but eventually decides she doesn't know enough about how he'd take it. She does press her cheek to his head and go on petting him.
prodigal_miser
Sobs continue, for a while. Vern curls up nearby while he cries.
After a while, he finally starts to stop.
"I'm a mess," he mumbles, when he's not likely to be interrupted by his own sobbing.
After a while, he finally starts to stop.
"I'm a mess," he mumbles, when he's not likely to be interrupted by his own sobbing.
prodigal_miser
Nod. "It's okay. I don't - I don't like that it happened, but - I don't know how to explain what I want to say," he sighs.
prodigal_miser
He'll try to explain it, then.
"I think... That to have been in the situation where I wouldn't have been hurt, I would have had to either never come here, or have always kept my guard up and never dropped it once. Either of those is... Worse than this."
"I think... That to have been in the situation where I wouldn't have been hurt, I would have had to either never come here, or have always kept my guard up and never dropped it once. Either of those is... Worse than this."
dark_light
"Just because it might have been unlikely for you to go forever without something like it happening doesn't mean that this in particular had to happen."
Pet, pet.
Pet, pet.
prodigal_miser
"I wasn't supporting it happening, and I'm not glad it happened. But I don't regret any of my actions leading up to it so I guess it's... Better."
prodigal_miser
"I don't like the kind of person I would have had to be in order to avoid the situation entirely. I would have had to - never come to this plane, never have met you, never have learned of a fantastic way to fix things, or I would have had to be so paranoid that I never let anyone in, ever, and..."
He trails off. "I like having you here."
He trails off. "I like having you here."
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"I'm glad we met," she murmurs.
She's more running her fingers through his hair than petting him now.
"I like you."
She's more running her fingers through his hair than petting him now.
"I like you."
prodigal_miser
"Well, good," he says, wryly. "Because otherwise it would be awkward, I did just spend a while crying on you."
He sounded very much like himself, there.
He sounded very much like himself, there.