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It takes time, for Zeviana to make it to the portal. She retrieves Luzia, who's lounging somewhere nearby, and Luzia flies her to Seattle (after some... persuading). She has her protective witch silks on, viridian and shimmering in the light, her dagger at her hip, and looking distinctly witchy. She's had practice, she lives with witches and has the look down perfectly.
She steps through the portal, to Marlatia. She's going to get into a fight with herself.
headunbowed
come_midnight
"Yes, of course, pancake-maker, marriage it is, and do you want blueberries with that?"
royal_obligation
"I will protect the blueberries from getting squashed, and guide them into the rest of the pancake batter," he snorts.
royal_obligation
"But will they heed me, Iobel? That's the important question, what if they don't? Breakfast will be ruined!"
come_midnight
"Heedful pancakes. The most heedful. If you have any tasks a pancake can do for you, look no farther."
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