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.
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Adarin rolls his eyes. "Right then. Well, since the answer's eluding you, allow me to enlighten you."
He picks up Vern from his lap, and deposits her to the ground. She backs away, watching with wide eyes.
"When someone says stop, let me tell you what the proper conduct is," he says, in a dangerous voice.
He moves, and then his hands are around her throat.
He picks up Vern from his lap, and deposits her to the ground. She backs away, watching with wide eyes.
"When someone says stop, let me tell you what the proper conduct is," he says, in a dangerous voice.
He moves, and then his hands are around her throat.
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"Adarin..."
(Enathira chokes; her hands go up to her neck, maybe involuntarily, to try to free herself.)
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Adarin is ignoring Isabella, right now.
"You see, Enathira, I could kill you right now. It would be incredibly easy to. I'm stronger, taller - if I really wanted to I could probably figure out a way to do it with magic."
He leans in close. "But I won't. You want to know why?"
Coldly, he releases her. "Because you don't want to die. Because you want me to stop."
"You see, Enathira, I could kill you right now. It would be incredibly easy to. I'm stronger, taller - if I really wanted to I could probably figure out a way to do it with magic."
He leans in close. "But I won't. You want to know why?"
Coldly, he releases her. "Because you don't want to die. Because you want me to stop."
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Enathira coughs and clutches at her throat when she's let go.
Isabella's hand tightens around her bow.
Isabella's hand tightens around her bow.
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"So, congratulations. I hope the lesson was enlightening. When someone asks you to stop," he gives her another condescending look. "You stop. Strange, foreign concept, I know. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it eventually."
He gets up, and retrieves his bird.
"Now get out."
He gets up, and retrieves his bird.
"Now get out."
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Enathira staggers in the direction of the door and bolts out of it.
A minute later Path swoops on silent wings in through the window and onto Isabella's shoulder.
A minute later Path swoops on silent wings in through the window and onto Isabella's shoulder.
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Adarin closes his eyes. Softly, he says, "I need to not be here, right now."
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"That would be appreciated."
He has a vice grip on Vern, again.
He has a vice grip on Vern, again.
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"It's just a window. I don't care," he says, quietly.
Now that Enathira's gone... He's looking smaller, and far more broken.
Now that Enathira's gone... He's looking smaller, and far more broken.
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"Okay."
Her cloud-pine is outside; getting in through the window was hard enough without hauling it. Isabella opens the door to go fetch it.
Her cloud-pine is outside; getting in through the window was hard enough without hauling it. Isabella opens the door to go fetch it.
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He doesn't say anything. He just cuddles his Kagu and wonders why he isn't crying.
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She'll be able to fly them out the door easily enough. She brings the cloud pine in.
"C'mon."
"C'mon."
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Out and up they go. She heads for the nightside.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."
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Softly, he says, "You didn't know. You're not responsible, you're the last person I blame."
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Hugs. They're hard to do, while on a cloudpine and holding a traumatized kagu, but he manages somehow.
"... I'm sorry you had to see that," he manages, after a little while.
"... I'm sorry you had to see that," he manages, after a little while.
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"Thank you."
He doesn't know what else to say. That he's okay? Not a chance, he's got no idea how he's holding himself together.
He doesn't know what else to say. That he's okay? Not a chance, he's got no idea how he's holding himself together.