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Prime wakes up a day later, takes care of some business that includes checking up on how Cypress's ghost is being treated, making sure ex-demon hunters are not killing anyone, having a brief chat with his father and a hug, and other general administrative and personal affairs. Then, brief meal, and back to sleep.
It's uneventful. Cypress and Ice go to several more restaurants (most of which are pretty, in interesting and unique ways) and return to Prime's home to snuggle and - forget about the events that'll transpire when they get home. Cypress misses Vernaia, he tolerates her being away from him but just gone entirely is - it obviously bothers him. He'd suggest going the way of Prime and spending the next day in sleep, but he can't ask it of his wife. He snuggles her, instead, and they distract each other from the things that are obviously wrong.
Then, completely predictably, Prime wakes up. He checks his mana stores. He gets notes from Cypress and casts the language spell, since it's cheap.
"Ready," he informs, when he has recovered enough from three days of near non-stop sleep to be reasonably awake and functional. He has a spot picked out for the portal, already. He does a bit of writing in his own book of cheat sheets, and then the empty wall by the front door gets - what looks like a painting. Specifically, a painting of the other side of the portal - Pantheon. It looks like a painting, too, not like a photograph. If someone looks closely, they can see what looks to be brush strokes, and little hints of mess here and there.
He touches the portal, murmurs "Pantheon" and then it shifts. To something more - real, lifelike. Like you could step through it to the other side.
"Done. After you?"
darkest_evening
namesthesky
"I will be martyred for my anti-pillow beliefs, I guess. Isabella will be annoyed about me making her repeat that elaborate process again."
onthewind
"Curse you, friendly alt of my friend who was kind enough to resurrect the both of us at - what, how old is my body, I think I'm in my twenties? It was when I was hottest, for sure. Anyway, alt who did that!"
namesthesky
"I don't remember her specifying an age. I think the idea is that we work like her species, now, stopping somewhere around 'young' and continuing in that vein."
namesthesky
"I do too. I was not a fan of creaky bones and getting up to pee three times a night and so on."
onthewind
"Yeah, that was annoying. Also I can dance again, I sucked at it when I was old and crinkly."
namesthesky
"At least you could still fly. I spent age seventy up wishing I'd ordered the hoverbike with more cushion to the seat."
onthewind
"Yeah, but I got all - dumpy. With scrawny arms! If I flew too much I couldn't walk at all!"
onthewind
"Yay, youth and immortality! Though I wouldn't have minded being stuck at like - forty, I was a foxy old lady."
namesthesky
"Forty was okay. Although I did go gray kind of young, that's pure vanity, not a real quality of life issue." She glances at Prime. "It works better on you than it did on me."
darkest_evening
"To be honest, I think I prefer it over the white hair. I could fix it, easily enough, put it back - but as I am now I don't automatically stick out in crowds."
namesthesky
"You might have to notify Ice of your cosmetic preferences when she gets around to immortalizing you."
darkest_evening
"Probably. That'll be a fun conversation, 'Yes, no, I'd like to stay looking like this, my bones don't creak and people at home would be confused if I suddenly looked like I was in my twenties again.'"
namesthesky
"Yyyyeah. Because, timing. I'm also going to wait before I ask for a portal from here to Iobel's world."
onthewind
"Ooo, oo, I could then explore the world! That's exciting, I'd love to explore the world! Yours, too, but I was being polite and not tackling you to give me world-access."