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A reasonable amount of time later, when the Belltower is presentable even to magical Empresses of this or that, Bell and Sherlock and Tony take Isabella and Path and Kas and Petaal home with them.
"You're going to have to show her what she needs," Bell says to the Starks. "I don't know which locations or objects are relevant. Or which of you is going to be her someone-he-met focus."
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truthwright
Petaal turns into a ball python and wraps her coils firmly around Kas's torso; he hugs himself and leans his head against hers and shivers happily.
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Isabella asks Bell, and promptly has a long discussion about what she can or cannot do, interspersed with asking the cornucopia for herbs, throwing them at people, drawing thickened-saltwater runes on the backs of Bell's and the Starks' hands, hanging a sacrificed pigeon from the ceiling of each bedroom in the house with string and walking widdershins around it reciting verse, and putting runes in chocolate syrup of all things on each inhabitant's bedclothes and vanishing them without so much as a poem.
All of this takes about three hours. The Starks and Bell are now protected - not perfectly, but considerably - against many forms of natural disaster, disease, injury and drugging; anyone trying to invade their rooms will get a nasty surprise; they will wake up if danger approaches while they sleep; and in the event that one of them dies anyway, the other two will know it at once.
All of this takes about three hours. The Starks and Bell are now protected - not perfectly, but considerably - against many forms of natural disaster, disease, injury and drugging; anyone trying to invade their rooms will get a nasty surprise; they will wake up if danger approaches while they sleep; and in the event that one of them dies anyway, the other two will know it at once.
truthwright
Kas and Petaal are absent for the majority of the spellcasting after that first one.
dark_light
Isabella can guess, too, but if the Starks don't mind a guest slipping off, she has no reason to object.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell has no idea!
When she's sure she's exhausted the likely-useful spells that Isabella can cast here and now, she hugs her, hard, and asks Tony if he can get a Milliways door so Isabella and Kas can go home. "If I were her I wouldn't want to stick around longer than necessary," she sighs.
When she's sure she's exhausted the likely-useful spells that Isabella can cast here and now, she hugs her, hard, and asks Tony if he can get a Milliways door so Isabella and Kas can go home. "If I were her I wouldn't want to stick around longer than necessary," she sighs.
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"Thanks very much," she says to Tony.
She hugs Shell Bell. "I'll see you in the Belltower. We can leave notes even if we don't run into each other again in person anytime soon."
She hugs Shell Bell. "I'll see you in the Belltower. We can leave notes even if we don't run into each other again in person anytime soon."
she_sells_seashells
"Of course," says Shell Bell, hugging back hard. "Thank you so much for everything."
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"Hey, what are alts for?" Pause. "What are alternates of us for, anyway? And hey, I'm going to get me a device that dispenses absolute truth, leave me questions in your notes and I'll answer them for you - won't be fast but could help."
She squeezes, hard, and then she lets go.
"Kas!" she calls. "Petaal! Let's not leave Tony holding the door forever!"
She squeezes, hard, and then she lets go.
"Kas!" she calls. "Petaal! Let's not leave Tony holding the door forever!"
truthwright
Kas and Petaal appear in short order, Petaal draped across his shoulders as a linsang, Kas fully clothed but looking like he only just got that way.
dark_light
Yep. She guessed right. Path chuckles in her ear.
Out they go, with a final wave to their hosts.
Out they go, with a final wave to their hosts.
dark_light
"Oh, give me an hour and I'll have something ready to try," says Isabella, wasting no time in opening the door again to her room as soon as it's shut to Panem. Everything is as she left it; good. She puts her cloud-pine down, picks her notebook up, and gets to work.
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