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It takes them a while - they are quite busy holding each other - but eventually in spite of the perpetual darkness in the sky, they realize they're exhausted. It's been a long day. The helpful mage and her husband offer them a place to sleep, but that place turns out to be inside a tent. With two other people. Two other newly married people.
Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
prodigal_miser
prodigal_miser
He laughs, a little. "Fair enough. More methods to - figure out what we're jumping into before we go, though?"
dark_light
"Yes. Lots of prep. Second portal bag. Maybe anchor the next search on female Zevianas on the assumption they'll have Adarins, and see if that entices her to join us on the trip so there's emergency mana to be had."
prodigal_miser
Nod. "Agreed. I - know you don't like him, but my older alt could do the same. As an extra battery."
dark_light
"He can work off his debt to society," mutters Isabella. "Well, no, that's not fair, I imagine society owes him, but his debt to us."
prodigal_miser
Snuggle.
"On the - bright side. We can probably raid his library. Once my magic's back."
"On the - bright side. We can probably raid his library. Once my magic's back."
prodigal_miser
"Very. Part of me is tempted to get nerdy about the shield he used. Morbid as that is."
prodigal_miser
Snuggle. He looks pensive, but doesn't say what's on his mind.
He misses his magic. He feels naked without it.
He misses his magic. He feels naked without it.
dark_light
"At some point we're probably going to have to discuss the thing we are presently not saying out loud."
dark_light
Isabella squeezes him.
"Maybe not out in public, it'd sound weird. We could go back to your terrible alt's house and I can send him to sleep and then we can - talk."
"Maybe not out in public, it'd sound weird. We could go back to your terrible alt's house and I can send him to sleep and then we can - talk."
prodigal_miser
Adarin nods. "Yeah. We should - probably also start going by the nicknames, actually. We picked them out and haven't used them once."
dark_light
"Well, you and I have them, but Iobel and Edarial don't and neither does your terrible alt."
prodigal_miser
"Yeah, and my terrible alt's the one who really needs it - we should ask when we're done with lunch."
prodigal_miser
"The first things to pop into my head are kind of mean, I don't think they would be things that he would pick."
prodigal_miser
"The only non-rude thing that comes to mind is Silver, because his hair's not white, but if we ever meet an older me again I don't think that'll work."
dark_light
"Yeah. Although since it's just plain a hair color in Edarial's case it's an open question if white hair darkens to gray there, or if it will do in other worlds. But I suppose if there's two Kystles there could be a dozen."
prodigal_miser
"... I don't know if I should see that as a good thing or personally terrifying. That there could be a dozen Kystles."