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In the morning, Isabella does her best to extricate herself without prematurely waking Adarin. They don't need to leave on anything like a tight schedule.
She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.
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kindestgarden
"You don't seem like a snail or a sardine to me," says Ranata reassuringly, and she follows her daughter.
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They go through. Once they're through the portal, a black bird appears next to her.
"Huh. Well. It's not a unicorn," she says.
"Please. Like I would prance around like that," replies her daemon, sounding distinctly female.
"Huh. Well. It's not a unicorn," she says.
"Please. Like I would prance around like that," replies her daemon, sounding distinctly female.
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Path is waiting for them, snuggled up to Vernaia. He swoops up to Isabella for a perfunctory check-in, then goes to investigate the harrier.
"Hi," he says. "I'm Pathalan. I'm Isabella's."
"Hi," he says. "I'm Pathalan. I'm Isabella's."
prodigal_miser
"Huh," says Adarin, confused. "I thought it was normal for it to be the opposite gender? Or is it just random and I've only seen very convenient sets?"
Adarin motions for Isabella to land so he can check on Vern.
Adarin motions for Isabella to land so he can check on Vern.
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"It's not really random," says Isabella, landing. "Usually daemons are the opposite sex, but sometimes - much more often in people who are any kind of nonstandard in their gender or attractions or whatever - they're the same."
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"Heh. Yeah, sounds about right," says Zeviana.
Her daemon swoops down to inspect Vern, curiously. "And are you Adarin's?"
Her daemon swoops down to inspect Vern, curiously. "And are you Adarin's?"
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Zeviana overhears. She bursts into helpless laughter, her hawk joining her in snickering.
"Oh - oh Adarin, Adarin you are the - absolute most sentimental dolt the world has ever seen. Vernaia? Really?"
"Oh - oh Adarin, Adarin you are the - absolute most sentimental dolt the world has ever seen. Vernaia? Really?"
prodigal_miser
"My uh - the man I consider to be a father was named Veron," explains Adarin sheepishly.
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"At least you didn't name her Verona, that would be way worse, but even now it's still really obvious, you are a huge dork!"
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"I've got no idea. Never had to name something before - hey, not-a-unicorn, got any preferences for a name?"
"Not something sappy. I would never be able to take myself seriously."
"Not something sappy. I would never be able to take myself seriously."
prodigal_miser
Adarin smiles, a bit. "Thanks. It's kind of embarrassing now that Ana's brought attention to it, but I still liked the name."
Vern trills to her person, and he pets her, gently.
Vern trills to her person, and he pets her, gently.
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"A bookstore. Ranata, we are in rural Wyoming," Path adds, "if you want to fly home. You can get to Salt Lake City if you go due southwest for a few hours."
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"Thanks. I think I'll get out of here. Thanks ever so for the chance to see another world!"
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"Thanks for taking me flying, it was fun," says Zeviana to Ranata. "And better than walking."
What? She can be nice. Sometimes.
"Bookstore, sure. Hey! Brother! How rich have you gotten, are you up to levels where you can swim in it, yet?"
What? She can be nice. Sometimes.
"Bookstore, sure. Hey! Brother! How rich have you gotten, are you up to levels where you can swim in it, yet?"
prodigal_miser
"Strangely enough, I can't make an entire fortune appear in a month," replies Adarin dryly. "You're crushed, I know."
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"I have to figure out how to get ahold of all kinds of things before we can casually deploy offworld magic to revolutionize transportation," says Isabella.
"You don't have to buy a baby name book to look in it," says Path.
"You don't have to buy a baby name book to look in it," says Path.