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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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"...Nnnot as such. I could empty a bottle of something but then the something would be poured out."
"A container of some kind, then? A small bag, or pouch, or something."
"A piece of my domain, so that I might direct you. No matter, I will handle it."
He sits, picks up a handful of sand, and then blows on it, like a candle. The sand swirls, and a simple glass vial either is made or is summoned to his hands. He removes the stopper, picks up another handful of sand, murmurs something to it, and the sand sort of - hums. Carefully he pours it into the vial, and the stopper is replaced.
"Here," he says, to Isabella, holding it out to her.
He sits, picks up a handful of sand, and then blows on it, like a candle. The sand swirls, and a simple glass vial either is made or is summoned to his hands. He removes the stopper, picks up another handful of sand, murmurs something to it, and the sand sort of - hums. Carefully he pours it into the vial, and the stopper is replaced.
"Here," he says, to Isabella, holding it out to her.
It appears to be, by all intents and purposes, a normal vial of sand.
"And now I may direct you to and inside Perinixu's domain."
"And now I may direct you to and inside Perinixu's domain."
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"Okay."
She clutches the vial and goes up into the air again.
"Which way?"
She clutches the vial and goes up into the air again.
"Which way?"
He points. The way he points, the desert isn't clearly visible, anymore - bits of greenery start to poke out, and life's more obviously present.
He doesn't leave the border, but from the vial comes occasional whispered directions, quiet but insistent.
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Isabella follows the directions.
"This is more interesting than we bargained for, but at least we're not uselessly camping out, huh?"
"This is more interesting than we bargained for, but at least we're not uselessly camping out, huh?"
prodigal_miser
"Yeah, this - I really don't think I could have figured out that there were literal gods running around through scrying. Sorry, love."
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"It's all right. Briefly startling, but we get to check out a probably-me in addition to an almost-certainly-you in one two-hop jaunt."
prodigal_miser
"Very efficient of us. We're going to say we did this on purpose because we're just amazing like that, right? Rather than the truth of it being a complete accident?"
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"When we start being interviewed by authors of history textbooks we can quietly omit the accident part if you like. I don't think I want to claim to our alts that we can find dead ones of us and detect deities from other planes."
prodigal_miser
"Agreed," he laughs. "The authors of history textbooks will never know."
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"I love you. All very convenient and tidy and happy that way."
She goes on following the vial of sand's directions.
She goes on following the vial of sand's directions.
And then the landscape changes, to something more hilly.
"You have a vial of Raezenoth's sands but you need not his favor to take to the skies," says a voice, in the same vein as the previous one. The only difference is the voice itself - very obviously feminine. "I am the goddess Perinixu - explain yourselves, travelers."
"You have a vial of Raezenoth's sands but you need not his favor to take to the skies," says a voice, in the same vein as the previous one. The only difference is the voice itself - very obviously feminine. "I am the goddess Perinixu - explain yourselves, travelers."
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Isabella halts in midair.
"He gave us this sand so that we could receive directions here to talk to you about your probably-dead acolyte Ayabel, who I would like to resurrect. I have most of what I need to do that but need to confirm that it's her full name."
"He gave us this sand so that we could receive directions here to talk to you about your probably-dead acolyte Ayabel, who I would like to resurrect. I have most of what I need to do that but need to confirm that it's her full name."
Pause.
"... The cadence and direction of your voice - it is like hers. Nearly identical, but for the subtle undertones - it is unlike anything I have witnessed before. Ayabel is the only name she had. You can bring back the dead?"
"... The cadence and direction of your voice - it is like hers. Nearly identical, but for the subtle undertones - it is unlike anything I have witnessed before. Ayabel is the only name she had. You can bring back the dead?"