small_magics | what brings you here?

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.

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small_magics

Isibel hesitates, but conjures up a picture of both her beloveds, side by side. Ansharil is a scale model.

Edited Date: 2013-07-19 09:23 pm (UTC)

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wildlymagical

He flinches slightly when he sees the demon. But only slightly.

"They're beautiful."

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small_magics

"They are," she sighs, resting her chin on her hands and looking at them.

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wildlymagical

Lycaelon hugs her again.

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small_magics

Hug.

"I miss them so much," she murmurs. "And they miss me - but at least there are more of them in the world they are in, for company."

She looks at the illusions a moment longer, then dismisses them and shuts her eyes.

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wildlymagical

Hug.

"More of them?"

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small_magics

"Of their template. There are two who live in that world. They work for my alt there."

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wildlymagical

"How did there get to be two...?"

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small_magics

"They are not from the world. My alt hired them from other worlds to make coins for her. There was one who was native to it, but he moved away, on purpose."

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wildlymagical

"I can't imagine leaving the world to go and do magic somewhere else," he says, shaking his head. And hugging her some more. She's very huggable.

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small_magics

"This will be easier to talk about if I tell you their names," remarks Isibel. "My beloveds are called Aianon - the demon - and Ansharil - the dragon. The world they are in is named Origin. The Jokers who moved there are Queenie, and Ghosty, and the one who was born there and moved away is only called the Joker. He did not move away to do magic; he moved to be with his boyfriend in a world called Aurum. Ghosty and Queenie had both died when they met the rest of my friends and did not particularly want to stay where they were."

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wildlymagical

"...Is Ghosty," he inquires, "by any chance a ghost?"

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small_magics

"Yes. Of her own sort, though. We don't know of any who are the same kind of ghost."

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wildlymagical

"...Really? I was expecting a... world full of ghosts, or something."

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small_magics

Isibel shakes her head. "She died, and became a ghost, and there is no sign of other people who have died in her original world doing the same thing. Her world is attached to the same afterlife most of us use, now."

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wildlymagical

"That is bizarre," says Lycaelon.

Hmm, he still appears to be hugging her. Well, she seems all right with that.

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small_magics

She is all right with that.

It's nice.

"Yes," she agrees. "Most Jokers live in their original worlds. With their Bells."

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wildlymagical

"...'Their' meaning...?"

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small_magics

"The ones from their worlds." Pause. "Generally romantically entangled. Pattern, the Bell from Origin, is the only Bell we know about who was born in a world with a Joker and did not wind up that way."

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wildlymagical

"Oh," says Lycaelon, almost elvishly.

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small_magics

"Perhaps you have heard about how elves find soul-sympathy."

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wildlymagical

"...I haven't, actually."

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small_magics

"Ah. It is a subtle - fitting, between two souls, almost like a lesser dragonbond. It is difficult to detect until it is already firmly in place. If you have heard a relatively unadulterated story of Idalia and Jermayan, she initially spurned him because she feared dying before he did and leaving him unable to get over her loss - this was based a misunderstanding of the phenomenon on her part; he was already committed. I found it for my beloved shortly after I was through convalescing."