"Wake up wake up wake up!"
Eventually the reception is over!
And now it is their wedding night!
What ever might they do with it?
Then Adarin will let her know that he has invented some interesting spells and has a mostly full store of mana. He hopes she likes them, they are just for her.
Well. Well. This is fascinating. Are these untried spells? They should experiment. Can't let magical inventions go untested.
(It will be a very nice night.)
(A lot. The answer is a lot.)
It is two months (and many portals and a staffing overhaul and numerous immortalizations) later when -
Well, this time it's at least a civilized hour, not six in the morning. It is in fact two in the afternoon.
"I DID IT THE ALETHIOMETER SAYS I DID IT I HAVE IT RIGHT THIS TIME GODDESSES ALL I HAVE IT" hollers Isabella from her workroom upstairs.
Adarin declines to holler. They have rings that talk to each other. "By 'it,'" asks Adarin, taking stairs three at a time, "do you mean resurrection?"
"What do you need?" he asks, breathless and excited.
"Oh goddesses a list of herbs as long as my arm and the poem's soooo long and I have to tweak the scansion to incorporate the resurrectee's name on a per-occasion basis and there's two different parts where I have to sacrifice things, not just one, although I'll be able to do birds this time it doesn't have to be deer, and the diagram will be so fucking huge but it will work."
"You're amazing, that sounds like an utter nightmare. What herbs, can I help with the diagram in any way - I will go fetch things while you diagram, what do you need me to do?"
"Okay I have some of this already but -" She writes up a shopping list and then adds, "Will your sister want to be here? I'm assuming here the first person we should get is your dad?"
"She will want to be here if we're resurrecting dad. Which I want to do first," says Adarin, grinning. He takes the list and reads it over. "Think I can ply your clan to hand over herbs if I throw cool magic things at them? I can make another portal bag, I could grab Ana while I'm there."
"The clan will have the herbs, Mom can get them for you and nobody'll blink, it's not that much of any one thing. Scaling up I'll probably want an actual deal with a - commercial basil farm and whatnot, I guess - but for the first one no need."
He nods. "Then I will go get them, along with Ana - should it not be immediately? Do you need time to get the diagram right, or - or to fix the poem for his name or something...?"
"Okay," he agrees, laughing a little. He twirls Isabella around and kisses her with delight. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much you are amazing."
Kiss. "I would go on about how great you are but resurrection! I will be back soon, I'm teleporting there, because resurrection."
And she scoops up a large bag of fine ash and goes into the backyard.