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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
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He speaks with his mortal voice - it has the same echoed every-language quality, but it obviously has a direction to it. "What you mean when you say what you say. It's unique to every person, with different coloration behind every meaning. But yours is - like hers. Head tilt, the other direction. "But not. I can see that now, that I am closer. How odd."
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"Where could we find Perinixu? Is she another... are you a god? You seem like you may be a god."
"I am, indeed a god. She is a goddess. You said you could fly - I cannot leave my domain, but I can lead you to my domain's borders and offer directions. I'm curious about this, as well."
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"I am just shy of five and a half feet tall. A mile is five thousand two hundred eighty feet. How many miles?"
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"Okay, I can do that in a little over an hour." Isabella sets up her cloud-pine and motions her husband to hop on.
"Apparently," says the god neutrally. Up into the sky he goes.
He is, as it turns out, as fast as a cloud-pine. It doesn't take long to reach the border.
He is, as it turns out, as fast as a cloud-pine. It doesn't take long to reach the border.
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"Stray me! I hope she's still alive so we can talk to her without using up supplies. Is it only me who sounds familiar or does Adarin too, by any chance...?"
"He does not. It is only you," says the god. Pause. "... It had not occurred to me, she might be dead. I don't know how long it's been, how long do mortals live?"
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"Mortals in my world top out with the very occasional hundred and twenty or so, most die decades earlier."
"Resurrection supplies? You can bring back the dead?"
The god sounds - vaguely excited, especially in comparison to the emotionless, level, and informative tone he'd adopted before.
The god sounds - vaguely excited, especially in comparison to the emotionless, level, and informative tone he'd adopted before.
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"Yes. Not in large numbers, it's tedious and requires resources for each one, but I can do it."
"Then there is someone I would like you to bring back. I will give you all of my blessings if you do."
"Reflexes, protection from the desert's casual troubles - hot sand, sunburns, that sort of thing. The ability to go without water for days. Increased endurance, improved flexibility. And the winds will always go where you need them to, never off-balance you, always be at your back when you need them."