Anyone who could not guess the ensuing events would not know them very well.
She has spent over a sennight, now, with them, entangled and sleepless and so very, very glad to have them again.
It is during a lull in the proceedings - if it can really be called that, when they are sandwiched around her, Ansharil in one of his humanoid shapes, Aianon with his wings wrapping them all up in a bundle - when it occurs to her that Lycaelon was promised a kiss, once, years ago.
Aianon supposes he could deliver that kiss sometime soon. If it did not come as too much of an interruption. Perhaps if they just summoned Lycaelon here, and Aianon kissed him, and then he - well, went away again or didn't, whichever seemed like the most delightful option.
Aianon causes the floor of the tree to grow a comfortable chair for Lycaelon to sit in, and stands up to guide him into it. His wings arch around the chair, shielding Lycaelon from stray glimpses of his dragon even if he were to open his eyes.
Of course, several years spent doing what they are doing now might be excessive, time-dilation or no, but that doesn't mean she wants to stop yet. And she can bring Ansharil with her wherever she goes, shaped like this or that, without it necessarily always devolving into sennights or moonturns of prolonged "reunion".
She should think about that, shouldn't she. Hmm.
She likes being her beloveds' - favorite, for lack of a better word. She does not begrudge them their affection for others, but none of it is central in the same way as what they have for her. She is wondering how she will do if there is another in their Bond, another Binding permanently anchored, on the level with hers. Perhaps it would change nothing, particularly since Lycaelon likes to be alone so very much of the time. But perhaps she is wrong.
Ansharil knows it would not change how much he loves her, or how. He does not know what it would change, exactly. Neither Isibel nor her beloveds has ever thought about adding another Bonded before; they are thinking new things, and Ansharil is not sure he understands all of them. It would be new. It would be different.
He wants to do it. But if Isibel feels that she would be losing something with the change, something important that she does not want to lose, then he won't. He does not want it that much. How could he? She is his Bonded, and he loves her.
She thinks, and sends along thoughts as they happen.
They haven't ever considered adding another person to the Bond. There have never been that many people - bodies? - in a Dragonbond before; she didn't know it was possible. But from the shape of her beloveds' thoughts now, this fact was doing more work for her than for them. She was - only. Not the only person they loved or made love to or anything like that, but the only something, and here is another person - who she does quite like, but who - threatens is not the right word. But who presents himself as a second of this thing that she was previously all by herself.
This doesn't seem to have been important to her beloveds. It isn't how they work. But it is how she works. The onlyness has been doing something. Replacing it is not impossible, and then everyone could have what they want, but it is potentially fraught.
Ansharil could be an elf. He has not done that very much; he likes being an angel better, because of the wings. He could be an elf, and if he was an elf, he could have soul-sympathy. For her. And then they could be married.
He thinks he would like to do that anyway, now that he has thought of it.
It is not very different, when it comes, from what is already there. Isibel is his love and his Bonded and he loves her in so many ways already. But it's different enough to notice, this new thing. And very elfy.
He shifts angel and wraps his wings around her, just to see what happens.
The new thing does not go away, but it - settles. Not an elusive wisp of a half-familiar feeling anymore, but a beautifully simple steady presence that almost feels like it has been there all along, in a way. Like a new shadow cast from a familiar object by a new source of light.
Ansharil likes it. It's nice.
Since it would be difficult and merely symbolic for Aianon to be physically present at the wedding, and since there will be another ceremony anyway, that makes sense. It will not take too terribly long as long as someone has betrothal pendants available for them. (She has an amusing mental image of the fluffy long creature he was on her shoulder a few minutes ago, wearing a betrothal pendant.)
She would like them to match, in some ways if not necessarily in all. So this suggests purple, or green, or maybe blue which will go nicely with either color and her hollyplant-wreath, and an easily adjustable chain for Ansharil's assorted sizes. From her place in her beloved's arms she inspects the available jewelry until she finds a paired set she likes. They're heavy eggs of banded blue agate trapped in lacy swirls of delicate white wire, and they don't come with their own chains - her beloved's can be attached by their little white-metal hooks to something easily relinked for wearing on a small form. She thinks her chain will be gold; her beloveds might have any sort they like, since the chain can be conjured up.
—Her beloveds' mind is theirs. They will want to share it with their Bonded. How much would she need them to keep back...? It would be very hard to do, if they did not know exactly which things. (It won't be like lending their experience to Elspeth, where they could just drop everything since they Bonded to Isibel.)
Nothing specific comes to mind. It would be different if she were not already having sex with Lycaelon, but she is, and does not much mind if he observes her stray thoughts of the subject, bounced from mind to mind, or those of her beloveds that concern her. It only seems in principle - troubling, if she could never have a truly private intimacy with her beloveds. Lycaelon is too introverted to want perpetual sharing anyway; perhaps she could simply - retain the option to mark things? She doesn't know what things. It would just feel more comfortable to have such a marker available than to commit to eternal flow of thought to another person for anything she wants to show her beloveds.
And after (comparatively brief) celebrations, there is the question of celebrants.
Isibel supposes her parents would probably like to be at the wedding. Lycaelon cannot be at this one because he would gaze at the groom and that is to wait until Aianon is awake, but he can be at the ceremony with the peal, which her parents will not likely attend. (They have learned bits and pieces of her interdimensional activities, over the years, but she does not plan to bring them to the party, where everyone will ask questions and everything will be so busy and crowded.)
She confers with her mother and father by brainphone. They can make time whenever it would be convenient for her and her beloved to be married, if she will pick them up.
[Perhaps I should have mentioned it sooner. At any rate, he can be an elf, and we are wearing betrothal pendants now, and he will probably accompany me wherever I go for the next several years at least, in small portable shapes, but today he is being an elf for purposes including marrying me.]
[Liselen, you have heard that my beloveds are home. I am going to marry them - well, Ansharil, in the elven style, and later the both of them with somebell else's help; perhaps you would like to be at both ceremonies.]
Isibel pets Liselen's mane. "That is kind. He can be at the other ceremony. If he were at this one he would distract the groom, alas." She supposes she should inform Lycaelon of as much. [We are planning to have two weddings. You can be at the other, after Bonding, if you still want to. My beloved thinks that should wait until after Aianon has finished with his nap, however.]
Isibel checks with her various helpers about the events of the world over the past week, and then she asks Jane to ask Lazarus if in a few days he will find it convenient to supervise the addition of another Bonded to their Bond and making sure it does not intrude more than Lycaelon would like.