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Isabella has one of the central not-a-portal bits of the hub - the ones that are occupied by a shifting collection of the airport-standard restaurants and gift shops and newsstands - turned into a small apartment-cum-office for Seraphina. The office is unlabeled for the time being - just "Authorized Personnel Only" in ominous letters - but Isabella tells her what the fire and security alarms sound like and suggests that she be a responder to these if they go off. "Mutter your mnemonics under your breath while you do anything magic in public, and people will figure you're a witch," she says. "I'm still thinking about any less irregular jobs I could have you doing, but unless you come out with a more generic set of healing spells than it sounds like you currently have I don't think I can explain installing you as magical first aid." Seraphina gets a modest stipend on top of her room and voucher for the hub restaurants, and a brief tour of Chicago shopping (because there's dozens of cities to choose from but Chicago's the one she's seen before) so she knows how to avoid major cultural pitfalls trying to get a new pair of shoes.
Xiara, when her mana recovers, is directed to teleport to a tucked-away part of a temperate national preserve, told to lie low, given a list of endangered species she is not to eat or disturb, and left to her own devices with a mirror in case she wants to talk about something or needs help with a park ranger or something. Isabella could use an architect, but mostly on the colony, which is not to be known to any mages yet.
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prodigal_miser
"Well, you can have it now, but I will need to borrow it to put a spell on it, or you can wait a little while and get it later and it will already be enchanted."
prodigal_miser
Adarin rolls his eyes and laughs. "You know what, love? You're a smart woman, I am fairly certain that you already know what it is."
He kisses her cheek, then kneels in front of her. "So," he says, retrieving the box, "I'm just going to ask it." He opens it and shows the ring. "Isabella. Will you marry me?"
He kisses her cheek, then kneels in front of her. "So," he says, retrieving the box, "I'm just going to ask it." He opens it and shows the ring. "Isabella. Will you marry me?"
prodigal_miser
Kiss! Onto her finger it goes. Adarin grins, then kisses her again. At this point in time, he's the happiest man in the world. Kiss.
"So - guessing the second sentence you figured out I was planning to propose?" he teases.
"So - guessing the second sentence you figured out I was planning to propose?" he teases.
dark_light
"It's not like it would be out of character for you to have another sort of present for me..."
prodigal_miser
"True," he laughs, cuddling her. "But I thought I was being incredibly obvious about the whole affair."
dark_light
"Just a little bit. Charlie didn't threaten to shoot you when you brought it up or anything, I imagine, or you wouldn't be so sanguine, you'd be all brooding about whether you've somehow been deficient or been giving off bad signals."
prodigal_miser
"He was quite supportive, actually. It was nice. Ranata was, too, she made an 'eeeee' sound."
prodigal_miser
Adarin giggles. "Charlie asked a few questions, thought about it for a little while, and then was completely fine with it and wished us the best."
dark_light
"Good old Charlie." Kiss! "So now we are engaged. Do you wanna just sort of bask in that for a while or make plans now?"
prodigal_miser
Kiss! "Whichever one you prefer, my dear. Either way I am currently on the moon with happiness."
dark_light
"Over the moon, love. Over it." Snuggle. "Well, I have approximately no wedding ideas, which speaks either in favor of putting it off until some materialize or in favor of getting on the plans now in case none ever do."
prodigal_miser
"I was close, it counts," he insists, laughing. Snuggle. "We'll put it off, then. I'll think of something eventually. Probably." Kiss.