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In the morning, Isabella does her best to extricate herself without prematurely waking Adarin. They don't need to leave on anything like a tight schedule.
She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.
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"Oooh, various forms, whatever could you be implying?" There's her missing strip of silk. She sets about tying everything back where it goes in her usual pattern.
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Adarin's just given up trying to reuse everything from his previous set of clothing; some of them are rather crumpled. He'll just get a new set from his bag, and use that.
He grins. "Oh, like you don't know."
He grins. "Oh, like you don't know."
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"I suppose I'll have to show you, eventually. Later. When we're not about to visit your parents."
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"Yeah." She's pretty quick and practiced about getting her silks on. She starts fussing with a tangle in her hair, gives up, and combs it all out with a brief spell (it's not in English, but translates roughly to "flying ruins smoothness; fix my hair"). Then she gets her phone and dials her mother again.
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Adarin is amused by useful magic! He thinks it's adorable. He's still getting shoes on while she calls her mother, but is otherwise presentable.
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"Hi, Mom!" Isabella says into the phone. "Yeah me again - we'll be there really soon. I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend is, obviously, not a witch, so if you could be in silks the whole time I'm sure he'd prefer it. Yes I did. Yep. Adarin. Mm-hm. She's a kagu. You'll get to meet him really soon, Mom."
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Now he's got snickering to stifle. He's going to like her mother, he can tell already. This'll be fun!
Shoes are finished being put on, then he retrieves a book and gets to working out the specifics of the teleportation spell. It's not going to be particularly difficult, but he's not good enough at this kind of thing to do it on the fly.
Shoes are finished being put on, then he retrieves a book and gets to working out the specifics of the teleportation spell. It's not going to be particularly difficult, but he's not good enough at this kind of thing to do it on the fly.
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"Not as far as I know - Adarin, are you allergic to anything?"
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"Not as far as he knows either. Mm-hm. We're not in the air right now, Mom. No, Mom. I can fly, Mom."
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More stifled snickering. Teleportation spell is worked out, and he goes over it a few times in his head to make sure he'll get it right.
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"Mm-hm. We'll be there in just a few minutes. Dad's home today, right? Great. Of course we will help him get rid of fish from last Sunday. Love you too. See you soon."
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When Isabella's done with the call, Adarin tells her, "Your mother sounds adorable."
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"Good, then I judged correctly." He looks through his spell again, then says absently, "I'm not sure what our explanation should be of where I'm from and why I sound vaguely foreign. Or why my hair is a strange color, though that's less problematic."
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"Ranata will assume you bleach it," Isabella says. "She will, however, probably try and fail to place the accent and ask where you're from... I mean, we could just tell them. It'll be slightly injurious to a project of secrecy but not a fatal blow."
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"That is up to you. I'll admit, I don't like the idea of asking you to lie to your parents for me, so I will not be heartbroken if we're honest with them both."
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"I think I'll be vague and see if she tries to pin me down. Maybe I'll get her to guess and that'll keep her occupied." She collects her bag of things, drops her phone into it with the alethimeter, her notebook, the thingamajigs, and herb kit, and says, "We ready to go?"
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"I am," he replies. He's bringing his book of magical cheat sheets, but not much else. "Vern and Path will have to stop cuddling for us to pick them up. Unfortunately."
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"Awww," complains Path. He nuzzles Vern, and then goes to Isabella, who also collects her cloud-pine.
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Vern nuzzles back. "We can always cuddle later," she says contently, heading to Adarin to be picked up.
"Ready?" asks Adarin, when it seems that everything necessary has been collected.
"Ready?" asks Adarin, when it seems that everything necessary has been collected.
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Notes are checked again, to be extra, special sure. Then he casts the spell, his mumbled notes to himself are understandable now that Isabella's got magical translation abilities. Though, some of the concepts behind things are utterly foreign. Roughly, it translates as a sort of set of coordinates and that they're bringing all of them with them - specifically to allow for daemons.
Spell is cast, and there they are, on the beach.
Spell is cast, and there they are, on the beach.
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"Awesome," says Isabella. "Okay, hop on -"
And then she flies them all from the beach to the town of Forks, and lands in front of her dad's house.
And then she flies them all from the beach to the town of Forks, and lands in front of her dad's house.