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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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blooded_poet
Lynn is quick and efficient at looting corpses. Clothes come off, and then the body's wrapped back up in cloth. "Done."
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"Okay I know you've done that like a million times but now it's weird because you're my wife," complains Savir.
blooded_poet
Lynn pats his shoulder. It's quite a reach. "There, there. Big baby."
She looks at Isabella. "Well, would you like me to hang around and interpret your husband?"
She looks at Isabella. "Well, would you like me to hang around and interpret your husband?"
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"Yes please. I don't know how long his terrible alt will take to bring me herbs."
blooded_poet
"He'll be back soon," assures the only mage present. "He says that if his alt weren't going as fast as possible to retrieve the herbs then he's not - an alt of him?" Pause. "This is extremely confusing."
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Veron has been ushered back, since the - alt of his son is covered back up. "Welcome to my world. Enjoy your stay."
blooded_poet
"It's all right, I can wait," says Lynn. "I am not going to interrogate you. Though -" She pauses. "At some time in the future if you are still present, there are people I would like to resurrect. Not now, obviously, but eventually."
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Isabella nods. "I can do small numbers of them as long as it doesn't run into any sort of problematic publicity. I can't scale up yet, there aren't enough witches to handle more than my own world."
blooded_poet
She nods. "Understandable. Like I said, I can wait - immortality. No pressure."
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"Mm-hm."
Isabella takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She rolls up Adarin's clothes and tucks them into her portal bag, puts his wedding ring on her thumb where it'll fit.
Isabella takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She rolls up Adarin's clothes and tucks them into her portal bag, puts his wedding ring on her thumb where it'll fit.
darkest_evening
And that is when Prime returns to his house.
"Got them," he informs, dead on his feet.
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Isabella looks up at him with damp eyes and holds out her hands.
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He hands over the herbs, then glances at Lynn.
"Lynnari," he says, tiredly.
"Lynnari," he says, tiredly.
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"Of course you are," sighs Adarin. "Right - resurrection will work, now? Is that everything?"
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Isabella assesses the results of the shopping.
"This is everything," she confirms. She gets up to go to the open place where she resurrected Veron.
"This is everything," she confirms. She gets up to go to the open place where she resurrected Veron.
blooded_poet
Lynn and her husband don't follow - Lynn is of the opinion that Isabella will want space post resurrection. Savir is following her lead.