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The capital is boring.
Why is the capital boring? It's the capital! It should have interesting people in it! But noo, everyone she's met so far has been an idiot. Mostly not even an entertaining idiot, just a boring idiot who thinks she should be impressed by their whatever, like, no, in order to impress her you can start by not being an idiot.
On the plus side, the party has free booze, so that's nice.
"You are very huggable," she tells him. "And leanable. And I really needed that, but I'm still kind of tired from walking around all day."
Irikaino is sitting in her usual spot on the top floor, organizing some notes on spell design.
"My father tried to kidnap someone; she turned out to be a pain mage; they fought; he made her a swan; he regrets it immensely; she and her girlfriend live here now since their house burned down during the fight."
"Yeah, that's about it. I met them, they were...interesting. Weird. Good weird."
"Mostly Anlei. And by weird I mostly mean 'bizarre levels of forgiving about the swan thing.'"
"Yes. I have a feeling there may be more to it than that but I'm not sure what exactly."
"I haven't noticed anything like that but obviously you've known him longer than I have."
"Yes. I'm reminding myself of the details. There are a lot of details."
She leaves her to it. She goes and studies her Ansati more (she's pretty close to fluent by this point, she thinks) and puzzles over books of magic theory (imperfectly comprehensible, still, but understandable enough to be interesting).
She spends the rest of the day reading, although not all in the library, and the next day a few hours after noon she says Tanaikon's name again.
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