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Isibel lives in her enchanted village, in a hollowed and conveniently-shifting great tree. She travels from it frequently, when she has a new enchantment or elfspell designed that will help someone, or when she meets with the leaders of this or that culture to learn more about their needs, or when someone accepts her offer of torching. The population of Thilanushinyel is not as large as that of Origin, and it may even contain fewer political units, but certainly there are more species; she has a steep learning curve and she throws herself into it.
Today, she is at home. She is not in deep meditation, but she might look like it, eyes closed, floating crosslegged in the air, not paying attention to the weight of the clothes on her body or the wreath of sunny yellow-berried blue-leafed holly resting on her hair, just thinking about hurricanes and the most efficient way to prevent them from forming over the sea. (She can channel immense spells. She is not sure how immense, and it would be very dangerous to lose hold of one. She retains some concern for limiting the size of her enchantments.)
When she is busy with something she cannot interrupt, her door is locked. Today it is not. There were no hurricanes when she last checked, and if any form in the next few hours, she will be able to address them on the spot, she knows; this spell is not urgent on that scale.
If anyone needs her they may come in.
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small_magics
small_magics
"I understand," she laughs softly. "You are being quite useful as it is."
(The hugging is more useful than she'd like to admit aloud. Her parents aren't really huggy, and she doesn't see them that frequently - Liselen is affectionate but it's not really the same with an ungulate - this helps.)
(The hugging is more useful than she'd like to admit aloud. Her parents aren't really huggy, and she doesn't see them that frequently - Liselen is affectionate but it's not really the same with an ungulate - this helps.)
small_magics
Isibel shifts position. "He's awake," she says. Hello again, beloved.
small_magics
She is okay! She has met this Wildmage, who is helping her. She sends what has passed between them.
small_magics
"You may. My beloved thinks that you are adorable and is pleased that you like the island so."
endragoned
Oh, Aianon just wants to kiss him. But he doubts that his beloved would like to reproduce that particular message.
small_magics
"Not all of the messages my beloved might care to pass on are verbal."
small_magics
"If he were here he would want to kiss you," murmurs Isibel. "Well - if he had been here. If he just appeared here right now I think carrying me off would take precedence." (She is copying her beloved on this conversation.)
endragoned
Very likely. Well, he might find the time to kiss Lycaelon once first, since they were talking about it and all. Just as long as his time with Isibel went uninterrupted for at least a sennight afterward.
wildlymagical
"If he were here I'd want to kiss him too," laughs Lycaelon. "And then get out of his way."
small_magics
"Perhaps once he has returned to me and we are sufficiently reunited this can happen," says Isibel, still blushing hard.
wildlymagical
Lycaelon is blushing, too.
"If I'm not needed elsewhere before then," he says.
"If I'm not needed elsewhere before then," he says.
small_magics
Isibel shrugs a little. "We can teleport. There is the brainphone. Finding you to deliver a promised kiss even after a long interval is the sort of thing he would do."