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Iobel gets up fairly early. There's a large table full of work from yesterday available, and she thinks Edarial sleeps later than she does - so Adarin probably does too, and so even if Isabella's awake, she can't visit without disturbing her.
She orders two people's worth of breakfast - hot cereal with fruit, fried eggs, buttery toast, on a hexed platter to keep it warm, the palace is practically lousy with expensive hexes - and nibbles slowly on her half while she goes over yesterday's notes and what still remains to be done.
She has drafted a letter to her great-aunt (who is, after all, a countess and related to her and occasionally inclined to remember this, and may be able to help in some ways with some things - the loan of this property in the moors, these words in those ears, her recommendation on who to hire for this project) for review by her husband before she sends it, and begun to tediously pick apart some of the incoming mail full of requests and separate out the sincere from the strategic from the insane, by the time Edarial is likely to so much as wander out of his bedroom.
come_midnight
prodigal_miser
Adarin frowns, but then does the spell. Twice, once for Edarial, once for Berathyme.
"There you are. Your familiar, too."
"There you are. Your familiar, too."
"He did the thing?" Cricket asks Iobel. "Everybody here could talk to me now if they were worth talking to?"
come_midnight
"And no, kitty, you cannot have the thing too. Maybe unless you are very well behaved with just this small group of people."
"I do not lie or say stupid things that do not make sense or fill the air with pointless small talk," says Cricket. "Everyone should be glad to understand me."
royal_obligation
Berathyme decides that now is the time for her to actually talk.
"Not filling the air with pointless small talk doesn't mean you have anything useful to add to a conversation," points out Berathyme.
"Not filling the air with pointless small talk doesn't mean you have anything useful to add to a conversation," points out Berathyme.
come_midnight
"Well, this is just going to work out beautifully, isn't it," says Iobel before Cricket can reply. "Kitty, why don't you go - bother the cooks for cream. You remember how to say 'cream'? It's cream -" She repeats the word a few times as she puts Cricket out of the guest room and then closes the door.
royal_obligation
"That was awfully confrontational of you," says Edarial, in her language.
"Was it?" muses the familiar. "I hadn't noticed." She curls back up, around his shoulders, to go back to napping.
"Sorry," apologizes Edarial.
"Was it?" muses the familiar. "I hadn't noticed." She curls back up, around his shoulders, to go back to napping.
"Sorry," apologizes Edarial.
come_midnight
"I suppose some familiars are going to be a bit more predictable than others in how they'll cope with being able to talk to more than one person."
royal_obligation
"Apparently so. She's always nice to me," sighs Edarial. "And she's not particularly vocal about disliking others."
come_midnight
"Well, if Cricket's the only one she's at particular odds with I suppose that's as good as could be expected."
royal_obligation
"Hello," says Berathyme agreeably. "Were you worried about what your familiar would say?"
royal_obligation
Berathyme laughs a very... Snakey laugh. "I would not have been offended."
"She is extremely hard to offend," explains Edarial.
"She is extremely hard to offend," explains Edarial.
royal_obligation
"It is entirely up to you whether you shoo him or not," says Berathyme, noncommittally. "I don't think I care either way."
Edarial snorts.
Edarial snorts.
prodigal_miser
Adarin snickers. "I'd show you my notes on it, but I don't think it would be very useful."