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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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come_midnight
"I will," confirms Cricket, and he goes back to his spellbinder and hops on her lap and says, "They say now is fine."
royal_obligation
"Then we can go there right now! I will grab Berathyme, she wants the language spell."
He goes to go do that. Look, there is his familiar, sunning herself nearby. Edarial says something to her in her language, and she slithers up to be draped about his shoulders.
He goes to go do that. Look, there is his familiar, sunning herself nearby. Edarial says something to her in her language, and she slithers up to be draped about his shoulders.
come_midnight
"I am concerned you are going to get along very badly with Cricket," Iobel says, scooping up said cat and heading for the guest room.
royal_obligation
"How so? Aside from the... Occasional hissing."
To the guest room, yay.
To the guest room, yay.
come_midnight
"Well, he doesn't care for you at all and I don't think he'll stop expressing that just because you'll be able to understand him."
royal_obligation
"... I suppose I can ignore him? Or... Try to get him to stop disliking me?"
come_midnight
"I can try asking him to stop, but he's more receptive to requests about his behavior than about censoring how he talks."
royal_obligation
"It's fine," sighs Edarial. He doesn't sound insulted or angry, just - sad and resigned. Also guilty.
prodigal_miser
"Good morning," says Adarin, from his spot sitting on the bed. His book of cheat sheets is out, he is reviewing.
royal_obligation
"... Cricket calls me the neglectful one. Kind of depressingly accurate."
come_midnight
"It seemed like it would be worse hearing it for the first time out of Cricket's mouth."
royal_obligation
Nod. Sad Edarial.
"Thank you for the warning, Iobel," he says mechanically.
"Thank you for the warning, Iobel," he says mechanically.
prodigal_miser
Adarin frowns, then gets up and gives his alt another hug. That's about all he can do.