Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
"Well..." begins Edarial, and then he starts telling stories about his childhood. Silly ones, usually - Zevros is involved in most of them, it seems that he was quite the troublemaker. Edarial didn't get into any messes of his own, but he got dragged along to a fair few. Not that he seems to mind, a lot of them were quite fun.
"For some reason Zevros's personality sounds so much more charming attached to a nine-year-old," comments Iobel. "Perhaps this is because he's still such a child."
Edarial laughs at this. "It does, doesn't it. He's got moments where he acts his age, but - yeah, a lot of the time, it's like we're still nine."
"Sometimes I wish I had a sibling. Isabella doesn't count, for all that she'd adopt me if I asked."
"Mhmmm," says Edarial, sounding a bit distant and sleepy again, though still amused.
"Hey, are you trying to fall asleep?" She tries charging again, nothing. "Stay awake."
"Please. I can't get you out of a coma. I don't know if Isabella can. And I might easily get nowhere or make things worse if I try to dig us out from inside, I'm not sure how precarious this bit of ceiling is."
"I will. It's just hard to keep - thinking of new things to talk about, it's easier to comment."
"Okay. My parents got divorced when I was so young I don't remember it, but originally I was born in South Fork. I used to visit my father there on school breaks when I was growing up."
"Quiet. Police officer - chief of police of the town, now, actually, although I think he got that promotion when I was - five or six."
"He's happy. He goes fishing a lot. He took me once and I refused to ever go again because it was staggeringly boring. Cricket found it stimulating, though, he went along a few times without me."