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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!"
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prodigal_miser
"You'd have to do it, I will write you a spell for it," he says. "We can't do it on clan lands, anyway, I've got time."
headunbowed
"Okay," agrees Zeviana. "Last call for coming to watch resurrection, Ranata, otherwise we take the herbs and we bolt while Ada furiously maths."
prodigal_miser
Adarin wants to run but he does need to actually finish the spell. It's not very difficult, he just teleported here.
"Got it," he says, writing it down in his book of cheat sheets. "Here, trade you."
Herbs and book are transferred, they exit clan lands, and then -
- there they are, outside his and Isabella's house.
"Got it," he says, writing it down in his book of cheat sheets. "Here, trade you."
Herbs and book are transferred, they exit clan lands, and then -
- there they are, outside his and Isabella's house.
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Isabella is finishing carefully sprinkling ashes into the elaborate shape. It's not really circular; it's a series of lines at odd angles to each other with runes nestling in the spaces they bracket.
prodigal_miser
"Hi, honey, we have herbs!" exclaims Adarin, setting them down near her and sorting them. To make things easier on her for resurrection.
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"Thank youuuuu I will need them presently!" She checks her notes and adds another ash rune. "Hi, Zeviana."
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"Thank you for exercising restraint!"
Runing runing runing.
Herbing herbing herbing.
Poeming.
"Okay, ready?"
Runing runing runing.
Herbing herbing herbing.
Poeming.
"Okay, ready?"
prodigal_miser
The twins both nod, with excitement.
(Vern is fluffying up her feathers and jumping around and Lecasryn is currently doing loops in the air.)
(Vern is fluffying up her feathers and jumping around and Lecasryn is currently doing loops in the air.)
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"Okay."
Isabella makes sure her poem's last verse scans.
And then she recites it.
This one mostly doesn't rhyme.
She starts with her hands clasped together over her heart.
"I call all my goddesses now to behold,
To aid me as I bring life to the dead.
Reclaim what was taken and heal what was harmed.
Return what was lost and salve all its grief."
She falls to her knees, each hand on the opposite shoulder.
"I call all my goddesses now to assist,
Obey me as I call forth who once died.
I restore in new flesh, unwithering, hale
In face familiar, in comfortable skin."
She kills a goose that she had ready in a smooth, fluid motion that ends with her arms both outstretched forward.
"I call all my goddesses now to retrieve
The missing, the lost, the mourned, the deceased
Who shall wake, live, all again, now at my hand
Who shall cease to be ceased at my command."
She stands up, fists clenched and raised to the sky.
"I call all my goddess now to comply!
Veron Antem Barkett no longer hers -
I call all my goddesses now to give back
The life that I summon with herb and ash!"
The second goose dies bloodily in her hands as she collapses deliberately to the ground, knife plunging into its heart.
The ash scatters. The herbs vanish. There is a high almost electrical whine and a cold wind -
Isabella makes sure her poem's last verse scans.
And then she recites it.
This one mostly doesn't rhyme.
She starts with her hands clasped together over her heart.
"I call all my goddesses now to behold,
To aid me as I bring life to the dead.
Reclaim what was taken and heal what was harmed.
Return what was lost and salve all its grief."
She falls to her knees, each hand on the opposite shoulder.
"I call all my goddesses now to assist,
Obey me as I call forth who once died.
I restore in new flesh, unwithering, hale
In face familiar, in comfortable skin."
She kills a goose that she had ready in a smooth, fluid motion that ends with her arms both outstretched forward.
"I call all my goddesses now to retrieve
The missing, the lost, the mourned, the deceased
Who shall wake, live, all again, now at my hand
Who shall cease to be ceased at my command."
She stands up, fists clenched and raised to the sky.
"I call all my goddess now to comply!
Veron Antem Barkett no longer hers -
I call all my goddesses now to give back
The life that I summon with herb and ash!"
The second goose dies bloodily in her hands as she collapses deliberately to the ground, knife plunging into its heart.
The ash scatters. The herbs vanish. There is a high almost electrical whine and a cold wind -
steppingup
- and then there is a man with dark hair that is standing there.
He looks supremely confused.
He looks supremely confused.
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Isabella sits down hard on the ground surrounded by goose blood and ashes and looks supremely pleased with herself.
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"Thought you weren't supposed to call me that...?" says a confused Veron, surprised but hugging back. "How did I get here? Why are there hugs?"
prodigal_miser
"You were dead," says Adarin, choking back tears. He looks at Isabella, then gives his father a squeeze and departs to go scoop her up and kiss her.
"You did it you lovely woman," he breathes, laughing.
"You did it you lovely woman," he breathes, laughing.
prodigal_miser
Adarin laughs. "You are!"
He puts her down, looking at her affectionately, and then gets to explaining to his dad what is going on.
"Dad, so, um - this is my wife, Isabella, she can resurrect the dead as of this afternoon. You are the first person she has brought back."
He puts her down, looking at her affectionately, and then gets to explaining to his dad what is going on.
"Dad, so, um - this is my wife, Isabella, she can resurrect the dead as of this afternoon. You are the first person she has brought back."