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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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"Fair enough. But I think I'm justified, I've had a very unique day."
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"Well, I haven't slept in thirty-seven hours, and I just spent the last six hours organizing a very insistent group of people that want to move back to Kystle. Three hours before that I was trying to make sure the immortal killing machines had a place to stay where they wouldn't be a danger to those around them. Then, of course, before that was obsessive cataloging of a newly terraformed Kystle to make sure nothing there was deadly or potentially murderous. Before that, my mother was committing genocide, and then before that I was on an exciting quest to find the aforementioned mother's ghost. Oh, and right before that, reunion with my newly resurrected scumbag of a biological father."
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"Well, I'd suggest we could go away someplace else for a week and let you sleep and process and such, but we can't do that because we are in a bubble."
darkest_evening
"You are in a bubble because your timing is disturbingly convenient. I am concerned that you are going to start committing some more genocide. Because that is the kind of day I've had, lots of killing and arguing and dramatic reveals and lots and lots of magic thrown around willy-nilly. So I am keeping you where I can see you and where you can't do any harm until I have a good grasp of the situation."
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"I'm finding our timing disturbingly inconvenient, frankly. For obvious reasons. How exactly would you like to proceed to improve your grasp on the situation when I can't resurrect your dad, can't leave you alone to get some sleep, etcetera? Since Iobel and Edarial didn't help much, apparently."
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"I let you out to resurrect my father and monitor how that works, your husband stays in the bubble?"
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"And when your father's back, my husband gets out of the bubble?" Isabella says. "Because I like Veron fine but we already have one at home and if you're planning to keep my Adarin bubbled regardless I'm not terribly enthused."
darkest_evening
"If it has nothing to do with how Aliya's resurrection worked - yes. He will not be kept in a bubble for all eternity."
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"I need a flat space to work and confirmation that it's okay to summon and kill two birds and to call on witch goddesses," says Isabella, squeezing her husband's hand. "That last thing was a problem at our previous stop, the local deities objected."
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Older Adarin waves a hand, and the shield twists around Isabella in lieu of breaking completely. She's let out, but her husband remains.
Idly, he makes a few changes to the shield to properly hold a mage - that takes a delicate touch. A delicate touch that he's currently handicapped in, due to sleep deprivation and exhaustion. He manages anyway, because it's what's necessary, he doesn't think that his - alt will cause any sort of trouble, but he did not get to be five-hundred years old by being trusting. The shield is changed, and then he looks at Isabella expectantly.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
Idly, he makes a few changes to the shield to properly hold a mage - that takes a delicate touch. A delicate touch that he's currently handicapped in, due to sleep deprivation and exhaustion. He manages anyway, because it's what's necessary, he doesn't think that his - alt will cause any sort of trouble, but he did not get to be five-hundred years old by being trusting. The shield is changed, and then he looks at Isabella expectantly.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
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"It'll have to be a ways, we are in a city." Then he turns and starts walking in a flat-and-quiet-place direction.
"Don't go anywhere," he calls back to her husband.
"Don't go anywhere," he calls back to her husband.
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"Love you," Isabella calls over her shoulder as she follows his alt.
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His older alt could point out that they are going behind a few buildings, not to another plane, but - no, no, he will refrain. No need to come off as bitter.
They go a ways, and there is a flat empty space that is quiet and out of the way.
"Here you are." He makes a sweeping showy motion with an arm.
They go a ways, and there is a flat empty space that is quiet and out of the way.
"Here you are." He makes a sweeping showy motion with an arm.
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Isabella reaches into her portal bag, produces her supply of fine diagramming ash, and starts.
"One day we are going to have a procedure for meeting more of you," she mutters while she walks with careful pacing to let the ash fall in neat lines. "There will be checklists. We will have you figured out and will not have to spend time in shield bubbles."
"One day we are going to have a procedure for meeting more of you," she mutters while she walks with careful pacing to let the ash fall in neat lines. "There will be checklists. We will have you figured out and will not have to spend time in shield bubbles."
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"Exciting," he replies, and then he finds a seat somewhere. He is so very tired. "I wish you the best of luck with it."
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"This shouldn't take more than about fifteen minutes all told and then you can let us just leave you alone to sleep," she sighs. Diagram diagram diagram.