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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?"
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darkest_evening
darkest_evening
Prime is playing a card game with Idania. He's currently winning.
"Hello," he says. "Ready to go bestow the power of water upon an unsuspecting world?"
"Hello," he says. "Ready to go bestow the power of water upon an unsuspecting world?"
onthewind
"Awww, but I was - actually, wait, no, I was losing terribly, we can call it a tie now. Let's go immediately!"
She starts packing up the cards.
She starts packing up the cards.
onthewind
Cards are packed up, and then Idania looks musingly at Prime. "Hmm, you can't fly, can you, that'll make this more annoying 'cause Aya's carrying the water."
namesthesky
"Aw, I'm all left out. Nothing but my cool bike to keep me company with the not technically flying."
darkest_evening
"I am willing to make more, but for casual sale, no, they're expensive to make mana wise. And I forsee several portals in my future. So I need that. But if you'd like one - we can talk about it, certainly."
namesthesky
"The bike will do for now. It has done this long. But I have always wanted to really fly."
onthewind
"It's because I totally show off all of the time, isn't it. Prime, I will make faces at you until you give my friend a flying staff, I have been a bad friend."
darkest_evening
"Oh, by all means, if my options are 'make a staff for flight' or 'suffer the onslaught of your disapproving looks' the answer is obvious."
namesthesky
"No, no, I said always, I didn't meet you till I was seventeen," chuckles Aya. "Not your fault. Though to be fair you didn't help."
namesthesky
"Hopefully my possible acquisition of a flying staff doesn't depend on Idania's threats."
darkest_evening
"I will get right on that," says Prime, sounding exactly like he's going to do nothing of the sort.