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Isibel likes being able to ask at any time that a mirror of herself, from another world but with the same soul, visit her and speak with her. She doesn't do it too often, not even every day, but it is soothing to have the other Bells behind her on the long and arduous project of figuring herself out again so that she can do as Bells are meant to do.
She asks Jane to send her whoever is taking their turn, one day, and Jane does not respond.
She broadcasts this information, and her alarm, to her beloveds.
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They find a suitable uninhabited bit of forest.
Isibel takes her demon's hand in hers, and reaches for their shared mindscape.
Isibel takes her demon's hand in hers, and reaches for their shared mindscape.
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Isibel reaches for the power of the earth below her, and pours it through her spell and her channel.
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That is good. She doesn't want to do anything to them that they don't like.
They could channel another spell now, or wait for the lingering effects of this one to wear off.
They could channel another spell now, or wait for the lingering effects of this one to wear off.
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After a few spells, not only has Isibel mastered Rose's trick of casting with her eyes open, but the lingering-pain has built up to a point where, between spells, there is still evidence of it on her demon's face.
...Interesting evidence that provokes a blush and a heart-flutter.
...Interesting evidence that provokes a blush and a heart-flutter.
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Isibel hugs him.
She lets him have just a little peep at the way in which she likes them.
She lets him have just a little peep at the way in which she likes them.
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In that case, perhaps she would like a little peep at the way her beloveds like enchanneling.
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"I - I don't know if -"
But then she does know if. She knows exactly if. She knows that.
"Oh," she murmurs, and she shows him, soul-sympathy pointing with blinding obviousness: there, this one, this is forever. She is really not clear on how she missed it. Supposedly it can hide until it is too late to avoid; she doesn't know if that or the immediate circumstances or her own slow healing were operative, but now it is there, now it is clear.
But then she does know if. She knows exactly if. She knows that.
"Oh," she murmurs, and she shows him, soul-sympathy pointing with blinding obviousness: there, this one, this is forever. She is really not clear on how she missed it. Supposedly it can hide until it is too late to avoid; she doesn't know if that or the immediate circumstances or her own slow healing were operative, but now it is there, now it is clear.
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That is good!
"Does this mean—" the demon murmurs, and he reminds her of some of the things he said to her when they first met. The ones Magania refused to translate.
"Does this mean—" the demon murmurs, and he reminds her of some of the things he said to her when they first met. The ones Magania refused to translate.
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Isibel blushes very dark at that.
"Maybe."
It would be unkind to leave it at that word with no explanation. She broadcasts a little: while she has never exactly envisioned herself a lifelong Unicorn Knight, one of the first things to shrivel up when she was breaking was any impulse to render herself unfit for unicorn company. It has not, till now, been a priority for rebuilding, because she was waiting for soul-sympathy, and - now she has it.
"Maybe."
It would be unkind to leave it at that word with no explanation. She broadcasts a little: while she has never exactly envisioned herself a lifelong Unicorn Knight, one of the first things to shrivel up when she was breaking was any impulse to render herself unfit for unicorn company. It has not, till now, been a priority for rebuilding, because she was waiting for soul-sympathy, and - now she has it.