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]

"I do not think that if I do, it will stop him from doing it himself later on when he has come home."

[wildlymagical]

"That's... not really an answer," he observes.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

[small_magics]

Squirm.

(Also not an answer. But a hint.)

[wildlymagical]

"That's not an answer either," he says, laughing.

[small_magics]

"I know!" she laughs. "This is - complicated!"

[wildlymagical]

"Does it help if I want to kiss you, too, or does that just make it more complicated?"

[small_magics]

"It makes it continue to be complicated. If you do not want to kiss me then that is that, of course."

[wildlymagical]

"Well, here we are, then."

[endragoned]

Is there some reason why she has not kissed him already?

[small_magics]

She has never kissed anyone but her beloved before! She is nervous!

[endragoned]

That is sweet. She is sweet.

[small_magics]

She is squirming.

(But in a snuggly way.)

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon hugs her.

[small_magics]

Hugs.

And a swift little kiss.

[wildlymagical]

Awwww!

How about another one, then?

[small_magics]

Okay.

[wildlymagical]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Kisses.

[small_magics]

Kisses.

She missed kisses. She misses her beloved too - but kisses are nice elsewise.

[wildlymagical]

Kisses are very, very nice!

[small_magics]

Yes. Kisses.

[wildlymagical]

Many snuggly kisses.

[small_magics]

She would never be able to do this if she couldn't feel her beloved's unreserved approval in the back of her mind; it would feel like a betrayal of the soul-sympathy whatever he said, but she can feel it, and knows it's all right.

[endragoned]

He thinks it's wonderful. He would snuggle them both if he could.

[small_magics]

She loves her beloved so.

[endragoned]

He loves her too. He is glad she can have kisses.