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Isibel's workload is under two opposing forces. On the one hand, she makes routine progress. Every day, she has done more of the things she wants to do; and now she has a replenishable supply of pentagons and hexagons and could probably prevail upon Lycaelon for stars too if it ever became particularly vital. On the other hand, she is still becoming aware of things to do, and more and more people every day are willing to come to her with problems.
One day she says to Liselen, [I wonder if I ought to make more people enchanters.]
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Liselen giggles.
"You can teleport, right?" he says. "Let's go fix a thing!"
"You can teleport, right?" he says. "Let's go fix a thing!"
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"Sure," says Lycaelon. He steps forward and tentatively puts his hand on Liselen's back, which is not strictly necessary for them to teleport together, but seems like the thing to do anyway.
And they're off.
And they're off.
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[I will be interested to hear news of how this partnership works out,] Isibel tells them.
[Okay,] giggles Liselen.
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