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]

Ansharil laughs and kisses her, wrapping her up in feathered purple wings.

He loves her too.

[small_magics]

Good good.

If he will be an elf - a clothed elf - they can go and collect those pendants.

[endragoned]

He becomes an elf (with his usual rather un-elven colour scheme) and then becomes clothed.

[small_magics]

She takes his hand in hers and teleports them to the place where the agate pendants she likes are to be found.

[pythbox]

The artisan welcomes them, delicately ignoring Ansharil's vividly purple hair, and offers tea.

[small_magics]

Socially acceptable amounts of tea are consumed, and Isibel issues compliments about the blue agate pendants.

[pythbox]

The artisan agrees that they are some of her finest work, and lets it be known that Isibel Sarion is welcome to them.

[small_magics]

Isibel is appropriately thankful. She conjures up chains for them. She puts her beloved's on around his neck. (She would like it if he would put hers on for her.)

[endragoned]

He does that.

[small_magics]

She kisses him. They are engaged! She is so pleased.

[endragoned]

He is pleased also! Perhaps they should celebrate.

[small_magics]

Her beloved is insatiable.



Of course, who is she to talk?

[endragoned]

Back to the tree, then?

[small_magics]

Apparently!

[endragoned]

It is a nice tree. Ansharil likes it.

[small_magics]

She is so proud of her tree. It is a useful enchanted private tree. In which celebrations.

[endragoned]

Mmm. Yes. Those.

[small_magics]

And after (comparatively brief) celebrations, there is the question of celebrants.

Isibel supposes her parents would probably like to be at the wedding. Lycaelon cannot be at this one because he would gaze at the groom and that is to wait until Aianon is awake, but he can be at the ceremony with the peal, which her parents will not likely attend. (They have learned bits and pieces of her interdimensional activities, over the years, but she does not plan to bring them to the party, where everyone will ask questions and everything will be so busy and crowded.)

She confers with her mother and father by brainphone. They can make time whenever it would be convenient for her and her beloved to be married, if she will pick them up.

[endragoned]

Then they can be married whenever they find someone to marry them. Good.

[small_magics]

Very good!

Let's see.

Hmm. Perhaps Magania would like to do it.

[Magania, my beloveds are home again.]

[pythbox]

[This news makes good hearing,] says Magania.

[small_magics]

[And Jane has recovered.] (This too was in her brainphone messages, when she checked them.) [And my dragon has turned into an elf and we would like to be married.]

[pythbox]

A moment of silence.

[small_magics]

[He can turn into anything he likes,] Isibel explains. [They went to another world and he gained the ability.]

[pythbox]

[I did not know this,] says Magania. [Life with you is never short of surprises.]