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It takes them a while - they are quite busy holding each other - but eventually in spite of the perpetual darkness in the sky, they realize they're exhausted. It's been a long day. The helpful mage and her husband offer them a place to sleep, but that place turns out to be inside a tent. With two other people. Two other newly married people.
Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
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prodigal_miser
prodigal_miser
They reach the described restaurant - the outside of it is rather plain, blending in to the rest of the city. The inside is another story, however. The walls have a patterned scale-like texture to them, subtly iridescent and vaguely reminiscent of fish scales. In proper lighting it might look a bit gaudy, but with no sunlight to interfere the restaurant can just always have moody lighting. Little glass baubles hang from the ceiling, some of them giving off the only light present, others reflecting it and in the right light, looking like stars.
"... Huh," says Adarin.
"... Huh," says Adarin.
dark_light
"For all we know the other restaurants are even prettier."
Lunch ensues.
Lunch ensues.
prodigal_miser
"True," he snickers. "We could have picked the plain one. If we picked the plain one that would make me sad."
Lunch! Most of the foods are strange and foreign, but Adarin recognizes at least three and recommends one of them to his wife.
Lunch! Most of the foods are strange and foreign, but Adarin recognizes at least three and recommends one of them to his wife.
dark_light
"We can try another one for dinner..." Isabella accepts his recommendation.
prodigal_miser
"True. Though if it's horrifically gaudy, we can stick to seafood."
Adarin orders something else that he actually knows. He is not feeling adventurous just yet.
Adarin orders something else that he actually knows. He is not feeling adventurous just yet.
dark_light
"I imagine seafood for every meal for days would get wearing."
prodigal_miser
"It's a good thing we're not going to be here long, isn't it?"
dark_light
"Yes. Not that I'm looking forward to the immediate activity when we get home, either, but - then we'll get to settle down."
prodigal_miser
He winces, and nods. "I - if it is extremely distressing I can - not... Do that."
dark_light
"Yambe Akka's bones it's distressing, but - temporarily. I don't want you to have to do without your magic if I can fix it."
prodigal_miser
"Okay." Adarin takes her hand. "I can just be - ordinary person the husband if it's - that bad."
He does not look like he wants to, though.
He does not look like he wants to, though.
dark_light
"Sweetie, I'll deal. I'm not going to pretend to be completely easy about it, but I'll deal, if the alethiometer says I have the spell right it'll only be a few minutes."
prodigal_miser
"All right," he murmurs. "Because I will - give up - give up magic if it's better for you."
dark_light
Isabella picks up his hand and presses her lips to his knuckles.
"I'm not asking any such thing. Besides," she adds wryly, "hardly fair to your ghost."
"I'm not asking any such thing. Besides," she adds wryly, "hardly fair to your ghost."
prodigal_miser
"It's really not," he agrees. "But you're my priority, and you're his, too, so."
dark_light
"In large part because I am nice and considerate, I think. Much too nice and considerate to make my - currently divided quantity of husband - go without magic because I'm wibbly about a step in the process."
prodigal_miser
He smiles at her, a bit.
"... Do we have to get remarried, now?" he muses.
"... Do we have to get remarried, now?" he muses.