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.
dark_light
Nuzzle.
"I am pretty inclined to fall asleep on you, fair warning."
"I am pretty inclined to fall asleep on you, fair warning."
prodigal_miser
Nuzzles are returned.
"I'm not likely to mind," he informs her affectionately. "In fact - I'd rather enjoy it."
"I'm not likely to mind," he informs her affectionately. "In fact - I'd rather enjoy it."
prodigal_miser
He's amused by this, and pleased. Cuddle, cuddle, he's starting to drift off, himself...
prodigal_miser
He snickers, a little, trying not to laugh so much that he wakes her.
"That's adorable," he says softly, snuggling.
Then, he's going to join her in sleep. Best day.
"That's adorable," he says softly, snuggling.
Then, he's going to join her in sleep. Best day.
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