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After Adarin and Isabella depart, Edarial gets back to juggling projects. Unsurprisingly, Iobel is a large help in this. Once she gets a handle on all of the things involved with being a monarch, he can not constantly be doing that alone. He still helps, he's still there doing monarch things and fixing the country, but now he's got a bit more free time to devote to other things.
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.
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prodigal_miser
"Mhm! She probably won't forget, though, she likes the armored silks, they're practical."
prodigal_miser
Vern snuggles Path right back. "They're not, because that's specifically for her because my Adarin loves her."
come_midnight
"Adorable lovey soul birds. Okay. Well. I'm curious about how the plague of utopias is going, can you ask them to call when they're back?"
prodigal_miser
"My Adarin, too." Pause. "This is so weird, there is a thing I'd like to ask your daemons but you don't have any."
come_midnight
"Uuuuum, if that language spell works on you guys I suppose you could ask our familiars, but they're really, really not daemons."
prodigal_miser
"... It isn't the kind of thing that you ask someone's human. You ask the daemon. I've gotten used to how things work, I can tell, it would be bad to ask you rather than your daemons. It's better to not ask at all, I think."
prodigal_miser
"Yes," promises Vern. "I'll actually tell you two later, but right now I think it would be harmful."
come_midnight
"If I had a daemon wouldn't he just go straight to me and tell me what you'd talked about?"
prodigal_miser
"Maybe. Or maybe not. Your daemon might wait until it was the right time to tell you, or tell you the things you needed to hear but not the things he needed to know or - any number of things. He would know you better than I would and would handle it with more grace than I ever could."
She sighs. "It's actually a little frustrating that you don't have them, really."
She sighs. "It's actually a little frustrating that you don't have them, really."
dark_light
"He would tell you but he would process it for you first and you would trust him enough that he could just give you the results," explains Path. "He would do the weird awkward parts for you."
prodigal_miser
"My Adarin is very happy to have me, and he knows what it was like to not have one, too," says Vern proudly.
dark_light
"And it is very good that he has her or where would me and my Isabella be," says Path. Wingsnugs.
prodigal_miser
Vern giggles, and snuggles back. "Sad and sexually frustrated, I expect," teases the kagu.