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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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Isabella nods, whimpering and squeezing her own Adarin's hand.
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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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Veron is terribly confused by all of this and has no idea what's going on.
"Um?"
"Um?"
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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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"Three so far." Isabella wipes ineffectively at teary eyes. "If you count mine."
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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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"You could get a mage to talk to his ghost, he's a mage, right? So he'd have a ghost."
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"Yes. He's a mage. That's - where do I find someone to talk to his ghost?"
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Isabella nods slowly, still crying, but more quietly. And she gets up.
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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?"
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"I don't know. I've been to a different New Kystle but it's hundreds of years ago relative to this one."
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"Oh. After you died Kystle was invaded and there was an emergency evacuation to another plane. So there are two Kystles and two New Kystles and this is your Adarin's New Kystle but I've only been to my Adarin's New Kystle and it's lagging behind yours in the - timeline."
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"Okay," says Veron, sounding somewhat lost. "Then we - wander around and see if we can find helpful people."