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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
Yes. Yes it could.
That is completely fine with Adarin and Vern. Supported by, even.
That is completely fine with Adarin and Vern. Supported by, even.
dark_light
Yaaaaaay.
Hours later, Isabella's stomach rumbles and Path starts shifting under Adarin's hand.
Hours later, Isabella's stomach rumbles and Path starts shifting under Adarin's hand.
prodigal_miser
Adarin opens an eye, takes a little bit to string together reasoning for why he should not be a puddle, and then starts working on trying to remove his hand from Path's feathers. Motor function is one of the first things to go, for him.
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Path helps disentangle himself. Isabella slides her hand off Vern's feathers and does not pet her again.
"Nnnff," Isabella opines.
"Nnnff," Isabella opines.
prodigal_miser
It will take a little while for Adarin to regain conscious thought, even after the daemon touching has been concluded.
"That," mumbles Adarin, "was the best idea."
"That," mumbles Adarin, "was the best idea."
prodigal_miser
Nuzzle. He'll just be here for a little while, snuggling his fiancée, while he sorts his head back to normal functionality.
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"I'm starving," she mumbles into his shoulder, collecting her owl to put him on her shoulder.
prodigal_miser
"Me, too," he says, catching himself by surprise with the revelation. He didn't know he was hungry. "... Want me to make dinner? Or whatever - meal is appropriate at this time? I have no idea how long we were - busy."
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"Mmm -" Isabella checks the time on her phone. "Four and a half hours, ish, I'm not sure exactly when we started, damn. So yes, it would certainly be dinner, maybe past time for it, what can you make that's fast?"
prodigal_miser
"Four and a half hours? I can't tell if that feels like far too long or far too short. Um. Sandwiches?"
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"Goddesses yes, I would love sandwiches, make me sandwiches, I love you."
prodigal_miser
"I love you, too," Adarin laughs. He kisses her, then extracts himself and goes to make sandwiches. He makes four, because he's extremely hungry and is pretty certain Isabella's the same. Sandwiches are brought to Isabella, and Adarin flops down next to her to eat his own.
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Isabella devours her first sandwich in about a minute and then is a bit slower about the other. "So apparently we probably shouldn't both be petting each other's birds unless we have an entire afternoon to kill, but when we do have afternoons to spare it was so nice," she sighs.
prodigal_miser
Adarin eats his sandwiches a bit more sedately than Isabella, at a steady pace. "So very, very nice. I don't think I'd want to do that all the time, because my head is still not completely sorted out even now, but I would like to do it again."
dark_light
"Yeah. Very much a downtime thing. I wonder if we could fall asleep like that?"
prodigal_miser
"Maybe. It was incredibly soothing, so I imagine that if it's possible I can manage it."
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"And we are generally already not doing much when it is time to fall asleep, so that seems worth trying, best of all worlds."
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