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Once the meeting of alternates has concluded, it's back home for the resident monarchs. Zevros grouses about his alt not being reachable yet. And then he grouses about his alt not being a man for - for reasons. Edarial tries very, very hard not to think about those reasons, and makes a face every time it's brought up. Zevros has mercy on his twin, and Edarial doesn't have to make many faces before Zevros's desire to screw himself isn't brought up again.
He also tries very hard not to think about how all of his alts have killed someone. This time, he's not as successful. Edarial's not sure if Prime's killed someone before the fiasco that was finding him, so he might be absolved for that, but the other two certainly chose to. Neither of them regret it in the slightest. He knows this because he asked, quietly, privately. It was in the defense of their matching Bells. That's - he doesn't know how to feel about that. That's worrying.
Obviously, the solution is math. He asks both alts for their - mental numbers, the factors behind them, and then he scurries off to crunch his own and compare with what they have. Iobel didn't want to have a competition, but - this isn't that. He's comparing notes. If he's - likely to kill someone in defense of her, he'd like a heads up first.
Copious amounts of math is completed. Edarial is - kind of frightened by the results. He gets up, and he goes to find Iobel. Because according to Adarin-math, he is probably capable of killing people in her defense.
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Edarial snorts. "Berathyme prefers to - hunt. It's actually kind of horrifying."
come_midnight
"Cricket chases mice, if he finds them. He doesn't like the taste, though."
royal_obligation
"Taste isn't as much of an issue with Berathyme, I think she just likes being a thing that hunts."
come_midnight
"The way familiars are people and their kinds of animal at the same time is very strange."
come_midnight
"They seemed to make noises like animals sometimes, but somehow I can't picture Pathalan swooping down on a mouse."
come_midnight
"Outside their scope, anyway. Their job is the lofty social interference-running and emotional labor. Also I think Ice mentioned that they don't eat, anyway."
royal_obligation
Edarial nods. "That - is strange, but the concept of soul animals in general is strange, so. Them not needing to eat is less strange because of that. I think."
come_midnight
"Yes, it's much less peculiar to find that soul animals don't eat than it would be to find that, on Chamomile, cows or something do not eat."
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He giggles, a bit, stopping the hair pets to do so.
"I'd want to know why they mysteriously don't eat randomly."
"I'd want to know why they mysteriously don't eat randomly."
come_midnight
"The cows? Yes. And then I would want to import a lot of these magical non-eating cows. We could export beef. It'd be fantastic."
royal_obligation
"Absolutely wonderful," he agrees, amused. "We should ask the mages to look for non-eating cows."
come_midnight
"A complete complement of magical non-eating livestock. We will lead the world in the production of cheese and goosedown and bacon."
royal_obligation
"But they won't be upset with us at all because we won't be flaunty, even if I wind up looking at you like you're a deity by that point."
royal_obligation
"Not if I carefully manage the way I'm looking at you so I'm not doing it in front of whoever would be upset by it."
royal_obligation
Edarial snorts, and goes back to petting her hair and holding her.
It's - surprisingly nice.
It's - surprisingly nice.
come_midnight
Snuggle. Almost like when they fell asleep on each other on the boat back home after the building collapse.
royal_obligation
Yes, like that, but with less exhaustion and trauma.
"This is nice," he observes. Out loud, instead of just in his head.
"This is nice," he observes. Out loud, instead of just in his head.
royal_obligation
"Very. Though the - standing is annoying, should we - sit down, or something?"