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A few months after the business with the chalice, Annie (with a gold engagement stud in one earlobe, now receiving mail at Aldaras's apartment, and thoroughly comfortable with Being Necklaced, to the point where she's helping mold the thing towards more exacting standards for real-world-practical as well as theoretical compatibility) is in bed with some unidentified sort of head cold or flu. Aldaras doesn't have it so far, so she is snuggled under the covers while he makes her spicy soup to help clear her sinuses and because she's having a little trouble with non-liquids. He's worried, she's mostly just groggy. Zzzz.
keep_busy
"We have them already, that's how it works is you get them in pairs, we just haven't had our wedding yet. We should invite all our alts! The ones who look like me can pretend to be Chorasmian and go in veils."
darkest_evening
"Is there a similar tradition for men in that culture? Because a large portion of us also look exactly the same. Conduit and Revival could probably get away with pretending to be sisters, but I think every other but me will have trouble."
darkest_evening
"I suppose Cypress and Rain can pretend to be twins from a circus. That could be fun to watch."
darkest_evening
Prime - observes this.
"The wedding plans are up to you. If you'll excuse me, though..."
He would like to go check on Spring.
"The wedding plans are up to you. If you'll excuse me, though..."
He would like to go check on Spring.
namesthesky
"I'm going to go with 'not necessarily'. You could probably guess why if you thought about it."
darkest_evening
"That might have made it worse, I apologize," he murmurs. "But you also looked like you desperately needed a hug."