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Annie is on her trike on her way to school.
This van labeled HAZARDOUS MATERIALS is also on its way to school.
The van hits a patch of black ice. It goes spinning, it turns over, it slices itself open on a wrought-iron fence with spikes, and it disgorges boxes which smash open on the pavement. Some of them skitter clear into the slush.
Some of them - along with most of the van - land on Annie.
There is a whirl of bewildering pain and confusion -
- and she falls to the ground, injured and in more kinds of discomfort beyond that and moaning.
She slowly starts to heal before the eyes of her sole witness.
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Later indeed. The tailor would be scandalized by their immediate plans.
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So scandalized!
But there is no one here to be scandalized right now. Just Annie and Stalas. And kisses. And so on.
But there is no one here to be scandalized right now. Just Annie and Stalas. And kisses. And so on.
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And so on and on. But not on and on and on and on and on. That was principally called for to get several weeks of pent-up desperate touch-starved want out of her system and now she will be quite satisfied with, oh, four hours, and then sleep.
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In Stalas's case, four hours and then a quick nap and then over to Caridin's forge to mention lamps and then off to fetch him a book about lamps and then wishing any tailors were awake and checking if there are any tailors awake and discovering there are not and back to Caridin's forge to bother him a bit and read to him about lamps and then back to the house to curl up with Annie and nap some more until she wakes up.
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"I don't technically know that I can't, but I certainly don't know how..."
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"Well, if you ever figure it out, I don't like sleeping nearly enough to spend a third of my time on it if I didn't have to."
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"I'll be happy to give you this property if I can. If I do try anything, though, I'm probably going to want to test it on dwarven volunteers first, then thoroughly-warned human volunteers with the healing property, then you."
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"Lyrium is toxic but it's much more toxic to humans than to dwarves."
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"Ooh. Do those tend to specialize in gendered clothing or can we just go to the same one?"
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"We can go to the same one. Or have the same one come to us, more likely. I also need to officially reappear as Prince Stalas beforehand, so that's going to happen, which will technically allow me to move back into my suite at the palace assuming I'm not immediately clapped in chains, and then I'll be able to wear my old clothes, but I don't think they'll fit me very well, I'm even more outrageously skinny than I used to be."
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"...Will it be possible to take me with you to the palace or does that have to wait until we're publicly betrothed?"
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"That's part of what I'm thinking about. What do you prefer? It'll be far more convenient for you to casually speak to Caridin if you stay here, and I might want to delay the public betrothal until the question of my exile is firmly settled so that you don't get too tangled up in whatever foolishness that turns out to involve."
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"I'd miss you. How long will it take to settle the question?"
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"Hopefully not very long! If all goes well, it'll be less than an hour of argument in the Assembly and maybe a speech or two and then I'll be a prince again. If I'm less lucky than that, someone will demand I fight a Proving, and that might take as long as another day or two to set up and accomplish, but it can't get much more inconvenient than that without Bhelen stabbing me in the back again and at this point he's likelier to sprout wings and fly away." Pause. "Which is strictly impossible as far as I know."
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"If it's only a day or two I can stay here if that's more convenient. Especially if you visit me."