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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
darkest_evening
"If I give them warning beforehand to have proper mana stores - less than a day. If not, they might need to wait so they have the mana to work with."
darkest_evening
"They are very good at what they do. Whatever level of detail you give them, they'll make an illusion of it and tweak it to your preferences. And then once you're all agreed in what's pretty and functional and structurally sound - building. If it takes a really long time to get the concept they might need another day or two, though, so try to get a good level of detail."
namesthesky
"Okay. So I can probably just show up with the plans from the Green Downs little temple and get a copy of it? It's my favorite."
darkest_evening
"Indeed you can," he agrees. "They will probably suggest aesthetic changes if there's anything they don't like about it, but I'll tell them to ultimately listen to what you tell them."
namesthesky
"I wouldn't object to a few tweaks to fit in with the surroundings cosmetically - I want it to stand out, but not clash."
namesthesky
"I think that having a place to send curious healing recipients is probably important enough for long-term establishment of Perinixu - so she can collect more power and empower more acolytes and get a proper priesthood going - that I should go find someone to staff a temple initially, and get the plans for the one I have in mind, rather than go straight to a second hospital right now. Unless there is one currently experiencing awful plague and you didn't bring me to it first for some reason."
darkest_evening
"No awful plagues, I would have noticed by now. You know your system better than I, so I'm not going to interfere. Should I go find the magpies now?"
namesthesky
"I am not entirely sure I remember the way back to the portal from here. But after I'm back in Pantheon, yes, please."
onthewind
"Totally fine!" declares Idania, coming up for air and giggling. "Sorry, wow, sorry, that got out of haaand. Totally not regular for me, promise. Still getting used to not being old and crusty, sometimes gets the better of me!" She grins at the mage. "Can I come visit you later?"
He laughs a little inanely. "I can get you a mirror and you can visit me whenever you like."
"That's the spirit!" she says brightly, and she gives him a peck and then disentangles herself from him.
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