what brings you here?

[small_magics]

Isibel lives in her enchanted village, in a hollowed and conveniently-shifting great tree. She travels from it frequently, when she has a new enchantment or elfspell designed that will help someone, or when she meets with the leaders of this or that culture to learn more about their needs, or when someone accepts her offer of torching. The population of Thilanushinyel is not as large as that of Origin, and it may even contain fewer political units, but certainly there are more species; she has a steep learning curve and she throws herself into it.

Today, she is at home. She is not in deep meditation, but she might look like it, eyes closed, floating crosslegged in the air, not paying attention to the weight of the clothes on her body or the wreath of sunny yellow-berried blue-leafed holly resting on her hair, just thinking about hurricanes and the most efficient way to prevent them from forming over the sea. (She can channel immense spells. She is not sure how immense, and it would be very dangerous to lose hold of one. She retains some concern for limiting the size of her enchantments.)

When she is busy with something she cannot interrupt, her door is locked. Today it is not. There were no hurricanes when she last checked, and if any form in the next few hours, she will be able to address them on the spot, she knows; this spell is not urgent on that scale.

If anyone needs her they may come in.

Comments

[small_magics]

Isibel shifts position. "He's awake," she says. Hello again, beloved.

[endragoned]

Hello, my love. How are you?

[small_magics]

She is okay! She has met this Wildmage, who is helping her. She sends what has passed between them.

[endragoned]

...This Wildmage is adorable. Aianon is pleased that he likes the island so much.

[wildlymagical]

"...Should I say hello or something?" says Lycaelon.

[small_magics]

"You may. My beloved thinks that you are adorable and is pleased that you like the island so."

[wildlymagical]

...Lycaelon blushes.

"Well, uh. Hello. It's a really nice island."

[small_magics]

Isibel passes this on.

[endragoned]

Oh, Aianon just wants to kiss him. But he doubts that his beloved would like to reproduce that particular message.

[small_magics]

Isibel squirms, and goes bright red.

[wildlymagical]

"...What is it?"

[endragoned]

Aianon laughs.

[small_magics]

"Not all of the messages my beloved might care to pass on are verbal."

[wildlymagical]

"...I am so curious right now," says Lycaelon.

[small_magics]

"If he were here he would want to kiss you," murmurs Isibel. "Well - if he had been here. If he just appeared here right now I think carrying me off would take precedence." (She is copying her beloved on this conversation.)

[endragoned]

Very likely. Well, he might find the time to kiss Lycaelon once first, since they were talking about it and all. Just as long as his time with Isibel went uninterrupted for at least a sennight afterward.

[wildlymagical]

"If he were here I'd want to kiss him too," laughs Lycaelon. "And then get out of his way."

[small_magics]

"Perhaps once he has returned to me and we are sufficiently reunited this can happen," says Isibel, still blushing hard.

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon is blushing, too.

"If I'm not needed elsewhere before then," he says.

[small_magics]

Isibel shrugs a little. "We can teleport. There is the brainphone. Finding you to deliver a promised kiss even after a long interval is the sort of thing he would do."

[wildlymagical]

"Oh," says Lycaelon, and he blushes some more.

[endragoned]

He is so terribly sweet. Is Isibel very sure she doesn't want to kiss him?

[small_magics]

Not very sure.

[endragoned]

Perhaps she should find out what Lycaelon thinks of the idea. If she wants.

[small_magics]

She does not know how to go about asking it.