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Adarin is shaken awake one morning by a fiancée who is about five thousand times perkier than she usually is at odd, dark-outside hours.
"Wake up wake up wake up!"
dark_light
prodigal_miser
He snorts. "No, it's fine, I'm being flippant. I would actually kind of like to be there when my sister is made immortal."
headunbowed
There she is, in actual clothes! She thinks clothes in general are a bit silly, but these are armored, and she likes having lots of advantages in case of a fight. Not that it's likely, here, but she tries to be prepared.
"Ooo, hey, what brings you two here?"
"Ooo, hey, what brings you two here?"
headunbowed
"... Eeeeee yes make me immortal, I don't want to get old and wrinkly, I've got hundreds of years but I want more!"
dark_light
"All right then!"
Isabella makes a diagram and tells Zeviana and Lecasryn where to be and puts herbs on them and summons up yet another deer - "I may have to switch to cows or something else domesticated if this winds up in mass-production" - and then she performs the spell.
Isabella makes a diagram and tells Zeviana and Lecasryn where to be and puts herbs on them and summons up yet another deer - "I may have to switch to cows or something else domesticated if this winds up in mass-production" - and then she performs the spell.
headunbowed
Zeviana is ecstatic about immortality. Once the spell's done, she and Lecasryn are both up immediately. Lecasryn flies, swooping and landing occasionally on her mage to preen her hair before she goes off flying again. Meanwhile, Zeviana does a little dance.
"Immortaaaaality! If I die now at least I am guaranteed to leave a pretty corpse!"
"Immortaaaaality! If I die now at least I am guaranteed to leave a pretty corpse!"
dark_light
"Yeah, you're not now extra-proof against any form of non-aging-related death except maybe a little that you shouldn't count on. But congratulations."
headunbowed
"So I shouldn't go on a mass murder spree. Huh. I'll have to change my plans for next Tuesday."
headunbowed
Zeviana keeps a straight face for a few more seconds, then bursts out laughing. She was joking.
dark_light
Isabella kind of assumed, but doesn't think it was that entertaining. She meanders back Adarinward and drapes herself on him. "I'm gonna find my mom and teach her the spell," she says. "And the queen. And then I am going to hire a public relations organization."
prodigal_miser
Adarin is perfectly happy to be draped on. He snuggles her, smiling. "Sounds lovely, my dear. I can follow you around, keep you company? Or be - I think the term was 'eye candy'? I can be that."
dark_light
"You are delicious eye candy, and you may follow me or go home without me as you prefer."
prodigal_miser
"Well you're adorable when you're excited about getting immortality out to the world, so I would like to follow you."
dark_light
"All right, then, come along."
And Isabella gives her mom a copy of the spell - she ran off a few copies of the instructions before even waking Adarin - and then gives the queen a copy and has an excited personal conversation mostly about Charlie with the former and an excited technical conversation with the latter. The queen wants more copies to distribute to the clan and agrees that Isabella can of course share this with friendly clans immediately, though she'd like a few days to think about the less friendly clans. The fact that the spell applies only to mortals makes her more open than she might otherwise be, but it's still a significant decision.
And then Isabella flies her fiancé to the portal, to the hub, and to home, and starts researching public relations.
And Isabella gives her mom a copy of the spell - she ran off a few copies of the instructions before even waking Adarin - and then gives the queen a copy and has an excited personal conversation mostly about Charlie with the former and an excited technical conversation with the latter. The queen wants more copies to distribute to the clan and agrees that Isabella can of course share this with friendly clans immediately, though she'd like a few days to think about the less friendly clans. The fact that the spell applies only to mortals makes her more open than she might otherwise be, but it's still a significant decision.
And then Isabella flies her fiancé to the portal, to the hub, and to home, and starts researching public relations.
prodigal_miser
Adarin is delighted with her the entire time. He listens to the excited technical conversation out of purely academic interest, missing most of what's going on but getting the general gist of it. Though he still spends a large portion of his time on clan lands looking at clouds. Because, clan lands.
He's not sure how helpful he'll be with helping with public relations, but he will certainly try!
He's not sure how helpful he'll be with helping with public relations, but he will certainly try!