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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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come_midnight
"Sucks to be you, stay awake, you can sleep all you want after I've fixed your head, do not go comatose on me, I can't fix that."
royal_obligation
"I don't know what you want from me," he sighs. "I don't understand."
royal_obligation
"Obviously you want me to stay awake," snorts Edarial. "But everyone seems to want me to do the impossible."
come_midnight
"It is not impossible for you to stay awake until midnight. It's only a few hours."
royal_obligation
"Everything? I just - I feel so alone and everything is my fault and if I were my - my alt, maybe, if I weren't an idiot that broke myself maybe I'd be functional, but even then I can't turn back time, like your - your fluffy cat seems to want me to do."
come_midnight
"Neither I nor my fluffy cat expects you to be able to turn back time."
come_midnight
"Do you want me to ask him? He'll snort and say he doesn't think that highly of your abilities, but it comes down to the same thing. Time travel's not doable, no one expects it of you."
come_midnight
"For who, Cricket? You can't hold yourself to his standard, he's ridiculous, have I ever claimed to agree with him?"
royal_obligation
"In general. The protestors, those - those idiots that couldn't even organize themselves, the only thing they seemed to agree on is they wanted me gone."
come_midnight
"They've never even met you before. They have political opinions that imply you being out of a job, it wasn't personal."
come_midnight
"Because at least one of them holds political opinions that imply you being buried under rubble, I guess, but I stand by the assessment that it's not personal."
royal_obligation
"So everyone just hates me. Because of - my parents and politics."
come_midnight
"I don't hate you. I've told you several times, now, I only ever hated you when I was mistaken about what had happened."
come_midnight
"I don't hate you," she insists. "Him I have no fondness for, but I need reasons to hate people and I don't have any for you."