"I saw those first. And I knew that whoever had made them loved that unicorn. And then I saw my beloved - the smaller of the two - and I did not run away."
"We had no common language. I had to teach him. And he told me what was and was not safe to eat, of the plants and animals he had made."
"Yes. It also explains some of the fruits that the elves who live here like so much, if you have seen those. He made them. He likes to make custom fruit for people."
"I haven't noticed the custom fruits. But I'll keep an eye out now that you've mentioned it."
"He has not made any specifically intended for humans that are here in this world, although the elf fruits will be safe for you if you want to try them."
He has stopped hugging her, but he has not yet gone back to his own chair; he stands by hers.
"This is," she adds, "why they left the world. One of my alts wanted plants and animals on a planet that had none of its own."
"Yes. Even on a planet so unlike our own. It is full of beautiful life, now."
"My beloved has shown me what he has done with the planet in our shared thoughts. I could conjure illusions, if you wished to see."
She squares up illusions of some of her favorite organisms that now live on Saturn.
Isibel hesitates, but conjures up a picture of both her beloveds, side by side. Ansharil is a scale model.
"They're beautiful."
"They are," she sighs, resting her chin on her hands and looking at them.