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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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dark_light
gentlemanly_fashion
Someone spots them relatively quickly. He has a brief debate in his head. It doesn't take very long.
"Okay," he says, walking up to them. "It is not in my nature to leave a lady who is obviously in distress. Why are you crying and looking lost respectively?"
"Okay," he says, walking up to them. "It is not in my nature to leave a lady who is obviously in distress. Why are you crying and looking lost respectively?"
gentlemanly_fashion
"I have got from now until my wife gets annoyed with me and shows up breathing fire to drag me off somewhere."
He seems really cheerful about this fact.
He seems really cheerful about this fact.
dark_light
"It's a really really long story but the short version is my husband just died and I need to talk to his ghost."
gentlemanly_fashion
"Wow, lucky you. I mean - uh, not on the obvious part, that's - shit no now I feel terrible uh."
gentlemanly_fashion
"Yeah. Wouldn't guess it from seeing her, though, she's like the least magey person. Of all time. Want to come meet my wife?"
gentlemanly_fashion
"She can! If she doesn't want to I hold her upside down for half an hour until she gets annoyed with me and agrees to get me to stop complaining about it."
There's absolutely no doubt that he could manage this - he's a big guy. Size-wise, anyway - he's tall and has lots of muscle and could probably break people like twigs if he wanted to.
There's absolutely no doubt that he could manage this - he's a big guy. Size-wise, anyway - he's tall and has lots of muscle and could probably break people like twigs if he wanted to.
dark_light
"That - seems - we can maybe find someone else if she doesn't want to."
gentlemanly_fashion
"Nah, let's go ask, she'll probably say yes if you say it's your husband, anyway," he shrugs. He pauses, then he bursts out laughing. "Oh I just realized that you think I can actually manage that without her permission, oh hell no."
gentlemanly_fashion
"Nope!" says the man. "She's tiny and she can still kick my ass every time."
dark_light
Isabella isn't really in a state to be amused about any of this. "Okay. Let's ask her."
gentlemanly_fashion
Yeah, pretty understandable, considering.
Off they go! To ask Strange Man's wife about ghosts.
"Wiiiiifeey!" he calls, to a tent in a very - makeshift sort of camp. "I neeeeed yoooou!"
Off they go! To ask Strange Man's wife about ghosts.
"Wiiiiifeey!" he calls, to a tent in a very - makeshift sort of camp. "I neeeeed yoooou!"
blooded_poet
"Yes you do," agrees a voice from inside. "You'd be dead a thousand times over without me, why do you need me this time?"
gentlemanly_fashion
"Apparently it's a long story but I met a woman who needs a ghost talked to." Pause. "The ghost is her husband, he just died."
blooded_poet
A short woman with red eyes pokes her head out of the tent. "Tact, Savir. Learn it."
She clears her throat, steps outside, and addresses Isabella. "Just for having to put up with my husband, I'll help you."
She clears her throat, steps outside, and addresses Isabella. "Just for having to put up with my husband, I'll help you."
dark_light
"Um, thank you," says Isabella. "What do you need to - find him?"
blooded_poet
"Do you know where he died? Better yet, do you - have where his body is?"
blooded_poet
And off they go, to her husband's corpse.
The woman eyes the corpse, but doesn't comment on how he died. "I'll start looking for him. Do you know how this works?"
The woman eyes the corpse, but doesn't comment on how he died. "I'll start looking for him. Do you know how this works?"