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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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There are several! This is not the stereotypical 'dunes for ages' desert, there are rocks and outcroppings in the packed sand.
Then there is a voice. It's male, but it echoes from everywhere and nowhere, and noticeably in every language Isabella speaks fluently. All at once, but each language distinct. Somehow it's still perfectly understandable. "Who are you," says the voice, "and how did you appear in my holy land?"
Then there is a voice. It's male, but it echoes from everywhere and nowhere, and noticeably in every language Isabella speaks fluently. All at once, but each language distinct. Somehow it's still perfectly understandable. "Who are you," says the voice, "and how did you appear in my holy land?"
prodigal_miser
"... Okay the temples are making a whole lot more sense now," says Adarin, in a quiet, stunned voice.
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"We are peaceful travelers passing through by magic," says Isabella, with quick measured syllables, "I'm Isabella and this is Adarin. We will be happy to fly somewhere else if this particular location is no good."
"Magic? I have never heard of magic of this type," says the voice, confused. "... Ayabel, what has caused you to renounce Perinixu and change your name? Has she forsaken her ways?"
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"It's another world's magic - who's Ayabel? Who's Perinixu?"
There's an extended pause from the owner of the voice.
"Perinixu is the goddess of the highland spring, an ally of mine. Ayabel is her acolyte. You - sound like her, but you are not. I see that now."
"Perinixu is the goddess of the highland spring, an ally of mine. Ayabel is her acolyte. You - sound like her, but you are not. I see that now."
"Perhaps. She has not been back for a time, since my -" There is a pause from the voice, and just a faint trace of sorrow. "Since an acolyte of mine passed from the mortal coil. I do not know where you would find her."
"She was seventy-eight, last I remember."
Then a man flies in - no cloud pine, just like the wind has picked him up and carried him here, and lands in front of Isabella. He is scruffy and windblown, but there is something a bit off about him. He peers at her, and tilts his head.
"... No. She looked different. Strange. You sound the same, even the texture of your words have the same - ideals and meanings."
Then a man flies in - no cloud pine, just like the wind has picked him up and carried him here, and lands in front of Isabella. He is scruffy and windblown, but there is something a bit off about him. He peers at her, and tilts his head.
"... No. She looked different. Strange. You sound the same, even the texture of your words have the same - ideals and meanings."
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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"But her name was Ayabel. Did she have a middle or last name?"
"That was the only name I knew her by."
prodigal_miser
"Do you know where her last location was, then? A way for us to find her?"
"Perinixu would know better than I."
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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 can fly. Pretty fast, too. How far is the relevant border?"
"... I forget the mortal measurement. Half a day, as an eagle flies?"
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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?"
Pause as the god does math. "Two hundred and sixty-three miles. Estimated."
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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.
prodigal_miser
Husband hops on to the cloud-pine. "Well. This is a happy accident."
"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.