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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.
royal_obligation
come_midnight
"Edarial." Charge? No - "Edarial, wake up, wake up -" She squeezes his hand, nudges his side, it'll hurt like mad but maybe it'll startle him into consciousness -
royal_obligation
No response.
Berathyme volunteers, nudging her binder, "I am still here, he is alive -"
Berathyme volunteers, nudging her binder, "I am still here, he is alive -"
come_midnight
Charge charge charge come on fucking ch-
Her eyes go white.
"Oh thank fuck."
She jostles him again while the spell builds. "Edarial. Edarial it's midnight please don't be comatose it's going to be okay if you can just wake up -"
Her eyes go white.
"Oh thank fuck."
She jostles him again while the spell builds. "Edarial. Edarial it's midnight please don't be comatose it's going to be okay if you can just wake up -"
come_midnight
Charging charging. "Edarial. Edarial, if it goes off and you're not awake I don't know if it'll work, I can't tell if you're asleep or comatose or what." She's coming up on the end of the charge time. "Trying anyway."
The spell goes off. Her eyes go dark and the room is plunged into deeper darkness than before.
The spell goes off. Her eyes go dark and the room is plunged into deeper darkness than before.
come_midnight
She could kiss him. She's not going to, she has enough presence of mind to suspect it would be somewhere between awkward and disastrous, but it crosses her mind and she notes it for processing later. "Oh thank goodness."
come_midnight
"I fixed your head. We divvied up the rest of it - you're doing the rest of you and my leg, I'm wall-walking us both, you're casting the perception spell - the old version so I can tell more details about what's going on - on me so you don't have to look at naked people. Though you could make revisions to the plan now you're not concussed."
royal_obligation
"No, that sounds fine," he agrees, and then he starts charging. "You first, your leg?"
come_midnight
"You're much worse off than me, you may have internal bleeding and who knows what else, you first. I have had broken legs before."
royal_obligation
"... Okay," Edarial agrees, sounding like he does not want to agree with it but not finding fault in her logic.
come_midnight
"More of the same, basically," Iobel assures him. "Unfortunately you didn't produce any useful ideas for what to get you for your birthday."
royal_obligation
"You were rather sentimental," says Berathyme. "Also more jovial, but I doubt you would find that embarrassing."
"... No," he pronounces. "Apparently it's fine, then?"
"... No," he pronounces. "Apparently it's fine, then?"