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Aya names her adopted world Pantheon, and nicknames herself Spring (in the sense of springs of water, like those her goddess is of). Isabella and Adarin stay long enough to make her a mirror set (the other half accompanies them, in space in Isabella's portal bag made by the used-up resurrection herbs), make a portal in a nook of the chosen mountaintop between Pantheon and Chamomile, and leave a marker for another so there will be an easy chain from Chamomile to Pantheon to the home of the elderly and apparently lonesome Adarin.
And when they have done all of this, they stay long enough for not-lonesome Adarin to recover enough mana, and -
they go visit his alt.
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Ash. Ash ash ash.
Herbs. Herbs herbs.
Birds. One, two.
Poem, screamed into the air.
Herbs. Herbs herbs.
Birds. One, two.
Poem, screamed into the air.
prodigal_miser
Reflexively, he hugs her back.
"Nnhhh," is the first thing he says.
"Nnhhh," is the first thing he says.
prodigal_miser
"N-Not your fault," he murmurs.
Then it becomes clear that he's shaking, right around the time that he turns away from Isabella so that when he throws up it's not on her.
"Augh this is horrible."
Then it becomes clear that he's shaking, right around the time that he turns away from Isabella so that when he throws up it's not on her.
"Augh this is horrible."
prodigal_miser
Adarin leans on Isabella, trying not to fall over. "I don't - I don't feel right."
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"Did I - I think I did the spell right - sweetie," whimpers Isabella, hugging him tight.
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It's his alt that says, shakily, "... His ghost is - still there."
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"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck -" Keeping one arm firmly around her resurrected husband Isabella reaches into her portal bag with the other and finds her alethiometer and thingamajigs and doesn't pull them out, just turns them so she can see them and operate them one-handed. "Fuck, I should have checked, mages, I've never resurrected a mage before -" She fumbles with the thingamajigs. There are mages present in Chamomile and it should be able to answer a general question about them.
She gets the question inputted and waits as the hands of the alethiometer spin lazily.
prodigal_miser
Her husband is just going to lean on her and shiver and try not to throw up again.
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"Alethiometer says the regular spell only works on humans? Fucking alethiometer can't talk sense -"
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"Upset but calming down," she soothes, petting his hair. "He tried to warn me and I wasn't paying attention, do you want me to mirror home, sweetie?"
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"Okay." She kisses his forehead and pulls out the correct mirror.
Path appears on the other end at once. "Isabella - Adarin - what's going on," he whimpers.
"Adarin's alt accidentally murdered him but I got him back but there's no Vern and he seems sick and I don't know why and the alethiometer's being cryptic," says Isabella, "and he has a ghost who's still there and the alethiometer -"
"Why didn't you pay attention," Path exclaims. "I tried - she couldn't breathe -"
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry -"
Path appears on the other end at once. "Isabella - Adarin - what's going on," he whimpers.
"Adarin's alt accidentally murdered him but I got him back but there's no Vern and he seems sick and I don't know why and the alethiometer's being cryptic," says Isabella, "and he has a ghost who's still there and the alethiometer -"
"Why didn't you pay attention," Path exclaims. "I tried - she couldn't breathe -"
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry -"
prodigal_miser
"It's okay," her husband soothes desperately, snuggling his wife while still leaning on her to prevent himself from falling over, "I'll be all right, I - I'm alive, it's okay."
darkest_evening
Meanwhile, his alt is having a conversation in undertones with Adarin's ghost.
"I think I know what's happening," he volunteers, miserably.
"I think I know what's happening," he volunteers, miserably.
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"I think that it just - brought him back as a human. Without the - fae portion, which stays as a ghost. Because that's what ghosts are."
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"Explains what the alethiometer says," says Isabella slowly, and she reaches into her portal bag again to fiddle with thingamajigs.
prodigal_miser
Adarin tries to do something easy - a light spell, or a scry.
"... Don't have magic," he murmurs.
"... Don't have magic," he murmurs.
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"I'm so sorry," says Isabella, starting to cry again and hugging him tighter.