Isabella will obligingly slow down. She chats with Aya over the whoosh of the (newly cooperative) wind as best she can - basics of daemons, details of Milliways, trivia on Iobel, trajectory of portal capitalism, remembrances of Tayane, introduction to the world in which they now find themselves.

Aya's memory is good but not perfect. "I hope someone stored my notebooks - at least the relatively unprivate ones that I wrote in Jorten, if not necessarily the ones in Esevi and Sudre. It'll be much easier to reconstruct useful information with those than without them."

"If they're not stored somewhere obvious I can check with scrying. Actually I can manage that now - got some specifics about the ones you're looking for so I can aim?"

"What kind of specifics?"

"Not what's in them," assures Adarin. "I will not be reading them in any way, shape or form. The sorts of things that make them stand out from other books aside from it being you who wrote them. The cover, the color, the binding type, paper type, so on."

"The batch I was in the middle of when I died were blue for the long term private records, red for the long term Jorten records, and gray for scratchwork. The first two were sewn in leather covers, the scratchwork one had no proper cover and was just dipped in glue on the edge. The paper was - paper, I'm not really a connoisseur of paper types."

"Okay," he agrees, and then he gets to scrying - books written by Ayabel's hand that fulfill these requirements - do they still exist?

The scratchwork is long gone, but the leather-bound are kept some of them in a sort of museum and some in a church of Perinixu.

"Scratchwork's gone, but the others are kept in a museum or are in some sort of church... Thing. I don't know if it's all of them, and I've got no idea if people have been reading them or not, I'm afraid." Pause. "Also at some point in the future I can make it so that they only open for you. Because privacy."

"That would be kind of you. I don't expect Perinixu has been personally translating the truly private contents. Can you find my hoverbike?"

"I'm not really sure how to specify 'hoverbike' in a scry, uh... Unique things to it that do not involve its hoverbikeness?"

"...It's certainly the most technologically advanced thing in the world unless it's been a longer time than I suspect it of having been. It's sky blue?"

Not a ton of it. Some notebooks, the odd quilt/pair of shoes/ribbon. And one hoverbike.

Well, in her will she wanted it left to a fellow acolyte, but who knows what he's done with it since then.

Adarin finds it and frowns. Somehow he doesn't think this is where Ayabel wants the hoverbike to end up. "... It's in some sort of - barren wasteland thing. Lots of dead trees. A person is on it and is demanding - I think it's money, money from people in a little village that looks half-abandoned. I somehow think that's not what you had in mind?"

"...No. That is not what I had in mind. I'll see if Perinixu knows. My heir must not have been very careful about letting people see how to pilot it."

"Apparently so. Love, are you up for retrieving it after we see Perinixu? I don't like someone like that abusing its advantages."

"Unless it was stolen while he was sleeping or something - whoever has it is likely also an acolyte, of someone who Perinixu doesn't like. Gods Perinixu doesn't like are not very nice and neither are their acolytes. I should be with you in case you get cursed with flesh-rotting diseases or something. After I've been reacolyted and can fix that kind of thing."

"All right, let's get Ayabel reacolyted and eat something and find her books and then we can go on a hoverbike rescue mission."

"I'll also probably have to nap," sighs Adarin. "Exciting."

"Ooo, can I help with the hoverbike rescue mission? It sounds kind of fun and I need to get back into god politics anyway!"

"Sure. Isabella, do you mind if I tell the hoverbike thief that I'm alive again because quote Perinixu's healing powers are great unquote? It's kind of an acolyte thing to credit one's god with things even in edge cases, and will be more intimidating than 'a series of extremely complicated events for which you have no context have restored me to life'."

"Ha. I don't mind if you want to, but maybe check with Perinixu first, since as far as I know she cannot actually do that."