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Aya names her adopted world Pantheon, and nicknames herself Spring (in the sense of springs of water, like those her goddess is of). Isabella and Adarin stay long enough to make her a mirror set (the other half accompanies them, in space in Isabella's portal bag made by the used-up resurrection herbs), make a portal in a nook of the chosen mountaintop between Pantheon and Chamomile, and leave a marker for another so there will be an easy chain from Chamomile to Pantheon to the home of the elderly and apparently lonesome Adarin.
And when they have done all of this, they stay long enough for not-lonesome Adarin to recover enough mana, and -
they go visit his alt.
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"I can but if I do it here he won't have his daemon," sobs Isabella. "I - I need -" She rattles off a list of herbs and quantities.
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"Okay," he says, and he produces a book and hastily writes all of this down. "I will get you those, is there anything else you need or shall I run off to do that right this instant?"
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"Those and ash and - that's - all - but he won't have his daemon," she whimpers, "until we get home -"
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He has absolutely no idea what that means, but obviously it's bad. "I don't have the mana to manage planar transport right now - Zeviana could - augh, no, she's running on empty, too. Resurrection first, then we figure out how to get you both home so that he can have his - daemon? Daemon."
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"I'll be back," promises his killer, and then he's off to call in a ton of favors. He's going to get him resurrected.
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"Goddesses all this is such a long story, I'm sorry. Um. I'm from another world. This is my husband who is also Adarin and who is also from still another world. We came to visit and your Adarin - was - paranoid and accidentally suffocated him, I think it must have been that - and - and I can get him back the same way I got you but I'm not sure if I should do it here because he's supposed to have a daemon now -"
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"Yes. Did you not kn- you didn't know that. Well, you died, hundreds of years ago, your Adarin's a lot older than mine." She touches her Adarin's hair.
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Well, there's really only one thing that Veron can do in response to that.
He sits next to her, and offers a hug.
He sits next to her, and offers a hug.
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Hug. "Adarin will get - him back," assures Veron, because Apparently This is How The World Works Now. "It will be all right."
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"The problem is my Adarin has been to my world, we live there, and he had a daemon because in my world people have those - daemons are, um, external animal-shaped souls, I should have been paying attention, Path was watching her die and tried to warn me and I thought it could wait, augh - and - and I don't know what will happen if I resurrect him here, I don't think she'd come back automatically and I don't know where he'd be if she didn't, so maybe I should wait until I can get home but I don't know how to tell your Adarin how to find the place where we left the portal from Pantheon to Chamomile, I don't know all the mage technicalities -"
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Veron looks at the - the corpse. That he registers to be his son.
"- It doesn't feel right, leaving him out here," he murmurs.
"- It doesn't feel right, leaving him out here," he murmurs.
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"I don't think we can get into your Adarin's house with him. I could - I don't want to set him on fire. What else?"
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"Where, how, I don't have a shovel, fuck I should've been paying attention," sobs Isabella.
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Veron pats her back. "It's okay, it'll all be okay. Think we could - find someone to help with him?"