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

[wildlymagical]

"Guess so."

[small_magics]

"My beloved and his alts have invented a more - sophisticated version of the agony beam. I have not upgraded, due to a need to conserve coins and because I had nothing to use it for anyway, but it does work reflexively, if you find that it would be useful."

[wildlymagical]

"Yeah, that does sound handy. I can replace the coins you're using now, too," he offers. "And then go make some more."

[small_magics]

Isibel nods, and takes another hex out of her sorter and lets out a sigh and spends it.

[wildlymagical]

"Interesting," says Lycaelon.

He makes a pentagon. Then several more pentagons. Then a small pile of hexes, with a slight thoughtful frown but no other sign of pain.

[small_magics]

"You are much calmer than I would be," she murmurs.

[wildlymagical]

He shrugs, still pouring hexagons into a pile in his lap.

"It's not that bad."

[small_magics]

"I wonder if the Wild Magic had this in mind," she laughs softly, "when it sent you to see if I needed help."

[wildlymagical]

"Probably."

[small_magics]

She reaches for the coins, but doesn't pick any up. "You should probably carry some of these yourself, for when you travel, in case there is no time to call me for help or I am busy - I do not know how many would be best."

[wildlymagical]

"How do you carry yours?"

[small_magics]

"I have a magical coin sorter. It takes a hexagon to make one. Before this technique was designed, we used to carry our coins on bandoliers."

[wildlymagical]

"Well, here's plenty of hexagons. How do magical coin-sorters work?"

[small_magics]

She picks up a hexagon; it disappears and then reappears in her other hand. "It stores the coins - tucked away where nothing can touch them until the person the sorter belongs to wants to retrieve them."

[wildlymagical]

"That sounds handy," says Lycaelon.

He wishes on one of his hexagons, and then slurps up about half the pile into his new coin-sorter. Hexagons continue tumbling from his hand onto what's left.

[small_magics]

Isibel starts collecting the unslurped coins. With her other hand she takes and squeezes one of his.

[wildlymagical]

Aww. He squeezes back, smiling.

[small_magics]

"Thank you very much," she says warmly.

[wildlymagical]

"You're welcome."

Hugs? He thinks it is time for hugs. Hugs and hexagons.

[small_magics]

Hugs and hexagons. Her coinsorter takes them from him as soon as they're made.

[wildlymagical]

That's convenient. Large piles of coins aren't very snuggly.

[small_magics]

They're not! They are pointy and hard. Not soft and warm like the people who are currently snuggling.

[wildlymagical]

Mmm, soft warm snuggles.

[small_magics]

Soft warm kisses.

[wildlymagical]

They are soft! And warm! Mmm.