how long has it been?

[small_magics]

Isibel's beloveds are home. And they are with her. And they are quite undisturbed.

Anyone who could not guess the ensuing events would not know them very well.

She has spent over a sennight, now, with them, entangled and sleepless and so very, very glad to have them again.

It is during a lull in the proceedings - if it can really be called that, when they are sandwiched around her, Ansharil in one of his humanoid shapes, Aianon with his wings wrapping them all up in a bundle - when it occurs to her that Lycaelon was promised a kiss, once, years ago.

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[endragoned]

So...

What else could she be the only one of, if she was no longer their only Bonded?

She could be their only wife. That seems to be working for some other Bells. Would it work for Sarion?

[small_magics]

It would, except - that all of her feelings about marriage are elfy feelings, not angel feelings or enchantress feelings. And elf-marriage is about soul-sympathy. And that is only operating in one direction, here.

[endragoned]

Well.

Ansharil could be an elf. He has not done that very much; he likes being an angel better, because of the wings. He could be an elf, and if he was an elf, he could have soul-sympathy. For her. And then they could be married.

He thinks he would like to do that anyway, now that he has thought of it.

[small_magics]

...That is a good idea. Either way.

She slips back into her tree; Ansharil is currently a fuzzy fictitious creature and therefore not wearing anything.

It shouldn't take long.

[endragoned]

Ansharil becomes an elf.

He kisses her. Well, he has not gotten the impression that he would need to stay idle, to make this thing happen. And he likes kissing her. He likes it very much.

[small_magics]

She likes kissing him too. Not that she is currently feeling low on her kiss supply, but it is not like she has limited storage space, either.

Certainly idleness is not required.

[endragoned]

Mmmmm. Kisses.



It is not very different, when it comes, from what is already there. Isibel is his love and his Bonded and he loves her in so many ways already. But it's different enough to notice, this new thing. And very elfy.

He shifts angel and wraps his wings around her, just to see what happens.

The new thing does not go away, but it - settles. Not an elusive wisp of a half-familiar feeling anymore, but a beautifully simple steady presence that almost feels like it has been there all along, in a way. Like a new shadow cast from a familiar object by a new source of light.

Ansharil likes it. It's nice.

[small_magics]

Isibel likes it too. She sighs and puts her head on his shoulder. Now they are all matched up. She could take him to any elven celebrant and be married formally. (She could have done this before, but it was never pressing; now she thinks she would like to do it soon.)

[endragoned]

Ansharil is very amused by the image of the three of them going together to be married. Himself in his natural shape, and Aianon in his.

[small_magics]

Isibel is not sure she can convince a celebrant to participate in this arrangement.

[endragoned]

Nor is Ansharil. That is why it's funny.

[small_magics]

It is funny. Perhaps they can get one of her alts to perform that ceremony. Angela is so empowered by her office, she believes, and any of the empresses could award herself the power. But herself and elf-Ansharil for the local one.

[endragoned]

Yes. Plenty of weddings. That seems like a good idea.

[small_magics]

It does.

She could go seek Lycaelon now. She will not lose anything she needs to keep if there is further gazing.

[endragoned]

They might as well wait until Aianon wakes up. Which means there is time to get married first, unless getting married takes an especially long time for reasons Ansharil cannot imagine.

[small_magics]

Since it would be difficult and merely symbolic for Aianon to be physically present at the wedding, and since there will be another ceremony anyway, that makes sense. It will not take too terribly long as long as someone has betrothal pendants available for them. (She has an amusing mental image of the fluffy long creature he was on her shoulder a few minutes ago, wearing a betrothal pendant.)

[endragoned]

Ansharil giggles.

[small_magics]

People will ask her why her husband is on her shoulder and she will tell them that he is more portable that way. It will be very amusing.

[endragoned]

He kisses her, because he loves her and she is hilarious and lovely and kissable.

[small_magics]

All of those things! Isibel closes her eyes and kisses back and starts peering through the elven jewelry repositories of the world for pretty pendants. It would be gauche to conjure them.

[endragoned]

Mmm, kisses.

Ansharil will offer opinions, if she likes. (The one she gives to her beloveds should be something that will look well on any body where they might choose to wear it. Perhaps even the little furry creature she liked so much.)

[small_magics]

She would like them to match, in some ways if not necessarily in all. So this suggests purple, or green, or maybe blue which will go nicely with either color and her hollyplant-wreath, and an easily adjustable chain for Ansharil's assorted sizes. From her place in her beloved's arms she inspects the available jewelry until she finds a paired set she likes. They're heavy eggs of banded blue agate trapped in lacy swirls of delicate white wire, and they don't come with their own chains - her beloved's can be attached by their little white-metal hooks to something easily relinked for wearing on a small form. She thinks her chain will be gold; her beloveds might have any sort they like, since the chain can be conjured up.

[endragoned]

Yes. That sounds lovely. Ansharil snuggles her.

[small_magics]

And Isibel thinks it will look nice on Aianon too.

[endragoned]

That is good. Aianon will want to wear it also, when Ansharil does not. (It would look a little silly around the neck of a dragon.)