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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.
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dark_light
"And vice-versa! Alethiometer says I can't do interplanar travel no matter what I try, with witch magic."
dark_light
"Did I forget to mention that? I did, didn't I. I have an artifact that dispenses absolute truth! But it stops working if I take it out of Chamomile. I can work it through my portal bag from wherever, but it doesn't know about things outside Chamomile regardless. It's super useful for narrowing down spell research, though, even though it's cryptic - Adarin made me things to help read it, but it's just meanings, no grammar and it's bad at numbers and doesn't really do long sentences."
prodigal_miser
"I might revisit the things to read them, see if I can throttle grammar out of them. It's more - intuitive, though, I don't know how to work that into my magic."
prodigal_miser
"On the bright side, I can scry. Not nearly as good as an alethiometer, but if there's something you'd like to know I might be able to find it."
dark_light
"We found lots of neat things while looking for the planet we put the colony on but there was something wrong with most of them. Poisonous water, excess earthquakes or hurricanes, giant bugs."
dark_light
"Some of 'em were like the size of this bed." She gestures at the guest bed she and Adarin slept in.
dark_light
"I still think it would make an interesting big-game-hunting tourist destination. You could use the beetle casings as sleds after."
prodigal_miser
"Sure. I would just only go there to make a portal and then I would never come back. Other people can go there just fine."
prodigal_miser
Adarin squirms away, laughing. "Would you be at home in the world with giant bugs? Should I take you there so you can feel at home, love?"
prodigal_miser
"They're a size that bugs should not be, it is wrong and unnatural. Even though it's perfectly naturally occurring, as demonstrated by the bug world."
dark_light
"Well, they could have been genetically engineered by yet more aliens who liked having giant bugs around."