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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.
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dark_light
prodigal_miser
Snuggle snuggle. "Also, you're here. So..."
He awkwardly trails off, then makes a little embarrassed grin.
He awkwardly trails off, then makes a little embarrassed grin.
dark_light
"Awwwwwww. I'm at least as portable as you are, but you are sweet."
dark_light
"You succeed. You are awesome. Ranata will love you. Charlie will make vague threatening remarks but will probably also love you."
prodigal_miser
Adarin giggles. "Vaguely threatening remarks? I'm going to need to call him sir, aren't I."
dark_light
"It won't hurt if you decide to call him sir. He won't actually harm you, I promise."
prodigal_miser
"Alright. I'll call him sir to be safe, then."
He pauses, then thinks. "Oh, Zeviana's going to be ecstatic that I'm leaving politics. If we tell her you convinced me, she might hug you."
He pauses, then thinks. "Oh, Zeviana's going to be ecstatic that I'm leaving politics. If we tell her you convinced me, she might hug you."
prodigal_miser
"They're rare, if that helps. If she's really excited they might even be bear-like."
dark_light
"Ranata will definitely hug you if you don't object. Charlie is not so much about the hugging unfamiliar people, though he might get to it eventually."
prodigal_miser
"I don't see why I would object to hugs from either. They sound like pleasant people."
prodigal_miser
"Vague threats and all! Recall I got rather directly threatening over you. Can't say I fault him."
dark_light
"You did. It was very sweet. But you are not liable to harm me, whereas your target was."
prodigal_miser
"Fair enough. Honestly, though, I don't think I'll hold it against him. You are delightful and I would like to keep you safe from harm."
prodigal_miser
He smiles a very contented smile. "And you make me very happy, too."
dark_light
"Oh good. It'd be so inconvenient if it were one-way. There lie melodramatic opera plots."
prodigal_miser
Adarin giggles. "Let's stay away from those. For our church of good sense, one of our rules can be no melodramatic opera plots in real life, if at all possible to avoid."