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Isabella and her husband go home.
And Chamomile's opinions about the proper location of souls assert themselves.
dark_light
prodigal_miser
Vern is transferred to Isabella's arms. Adarin has enough functionality to wrap his arms around Isabella's waist, but otherwise doesn't contribute much.
The kagu sobs in Isabella's arms. "Okay," she says shakily, making a little bird-noise that sounds kind of like a mix between a sniffle and a hiccup. "It's - we need to take steps so it never happens again, are we doing that? We need to do that."
The kagu sobs in Isabella's arms. "Okay," she says shakily, making a little bird-noise that sounds kind of like a mix between a sniffle and a hiccup. "It's - we need to take steps so it never happens again, are we doing that? We need to do that."
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"We're going to send letters first next time, warning people - maybe we should make Prime play emissary once or twice see how he likes it - we'll have - better timing." Pet pet pet.
prodigal_miser
"Okay," she agrees, and then she coos and nuzzles Isabella. She glances over to Path and motions for him to snuggle her.
prodigal_miser
Adarin keeps holding her, relaxing a little more than he had before now that his soul's back where it belongs.
Vern snuggles Path and Isabella. She declines to say anything else. But she's stopped sobbing.
Vern snuggles Path and Isabella. She declines to say anything else. But she's stopped sobbing.
dark_light
"I'll work on a spell. It could take a while but not all that long. And then I'll - do it right."
Pet pet.
Pet pet.
prodigal_miser
Vern coos and preens her hair a little, then goes back to snuggling Path and Isabella. All of the snuggles. All of them.
dark_light
After considerable snuggles - and a bit of a snack and a quick check-in with her staff - Isabella gets the mirror for Zeviana. And snuggles back up to solid-portion-of-spouse and birds on the couch to call her.
headunbowed
Zeviana answers! Her trip to the plane of spellbinders is over.
"Oo, hey, you're back! Hi, welcome back! I met my alt, we fought, I beat his ass and now his nickname is Turtle."
"Oo, hey, you're back! Hi, welcome back! I met my alt, we fought, I beat his ass and now his nickname is Turtle."
dark_light
"We met another Adarin, who was five hundred years old, unfriendly, sleep-deprived, and careless, and he accidentally killed this Adarin."
headunbowed
That stuns Zeviana into silence.
"You fixed him, right? And beat the everliving shit out of - careless and terrible dude?"
"You fixed him, right? And beat the everliving shit out of - careless and terrible dude?"
dark_light
"I resurrected him, there was no beating applied because he had to go and get my my herbs and so on and was very apologetic, and also turns out the spell doesn't work on fae so now there's a live nonmagical Adarin and a ghost and I'm going to have to - try again with a revision."
headunbowed
"Damn," whispers Zeviana, who has come to the correct conclusion. "No other way, you sure?"
headunbowed
"Extra damn. Is he - wait, fuck, no, he's a wreck, isn't he. What do you need me to do, how can I fix this?"
dark_light
"He thought you wanted to know, we aren't - I mean, you can't help me with the spell, can you? You could come keep the ghost company, though. We can't see him."
headunbowed
"Yeah, doing that. Gonna make it a teleport, he needs me now." Pause. "Are you going to be able to kill him?"
prodigal_miser
"... If she doesn't think it will - scar her for life and she's sure, then - she'd know how."