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"Of course." She holds out her arms for a hug. "You'll mirror at me, won't you?"

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He accepts the hug.

"Of course I will," he says.
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Snugglehug. "Good. And it's, remind me roughly how long till you can make the portal?"

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"Three, four days. You won't be missing much, just me telling the twits that call themselves nobles to calm down and maybe untangle some plots before you get there."

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"I will want to hear all about the plots!"

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He grins. "I'll tell you what they are."

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"Awesome. And then you will make the portal and I shall come hang out."

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"Possibly literally, since you do have a hammock on your cloudpine."

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"Yes. It's terribly comfy. I'm surprised you haven't asked to try it."

Is she flirting? Does she mean it innocently? It is so hard to tell!
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He giggles, a little, snuggling her.

"I'd like to say I was raised to never ask to borrow a lady's bed, but - nope, I'm just weird that way."
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"So very weird. The Sense Inquisitor might come knocking if you don't watch out."

Snuggle. Was he going to leave at some point? Huh?
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"I've been told that I drive away people in the streets from my sense. I think I'll be safe from her wrath," he says wryly.

He gives her a little gentle squeeze, then regretfully releases her from the snugglehug. Well. Now he doesn't know what to say.
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"I'll see you in a few days," she says. That is a thing to say.

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"Yeah. I'll be looking forward to it."

Pause. He makes a little shy smile, then he carefully takes her hand, and plants a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

"Bye," says Adarin, softly.

Before he can stutter or say something stupid and screw this up, he returns her hand, picks up his kagu, and casts his spell.

Predictably, he disappears. Isabella's now alone.
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Eeeeee hand kisses.

Isabella's gonna go be happy about that for a while now.

And she will wait.
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The days until portal creation pass without much incident. Adarin talks to Isabella by magic mirror, and informs her of several plots that go on while he's there and she's not. They're all pretty boring - some mages argue, they manage to stop without causing massive destruction, Adarin foils a disturbingly large number of attempts to drug him, and plans are made to get various technological wonders to the common people.

During all of this, Adarin's smiling far, far more than normal. He's genuinely happy, which is a huge change from polite tolerance and a lot of patience. There's some counting down of days, until at last, he thinks he's up to making the portal.

He does that, and then retrieves the mirror to Isabella and half sing-songs into it, "Guess what I just made?"
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"Bananas foster. A friendship bracelet. Your bed."

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"Nope, on three accounts! Care to try again?"

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"What do I get if I win? Do I get to come visit you?"

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"You do!" he says, brightly.

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"Oooh. I guess... a portal!"

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"No, no, of course not, it was a - okay I can't do that to you with a clear conscience. Yes, you're right."

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She grins. "Okay. I just fly on through? Nobody's scoping out the location or anything?"

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"I put it in a place no one's scoping out, so you're free to just fly through. Mind the drop, I put the portal on a cliff."

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"That's what cloudpine is for. Here I come."

She has a bag packed up already; she tucks the mirror into it, and Path alights on her shoulder, and through they go. (At a sedate pace; if something has gone awry she doesn't want to slam into a wall at two hundred miles an hour.)
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