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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[small_magics]

Anyway.

There was a week that has gone by before she received the time-dilation suggestion, and there are other Bells and a restored Jane to catch up with.

Out of her tree goes Isibel, a bit later, Ansharil on her shoulder.

[endragoned]

He is being small and furry and snuggly. Snuggle snuggle.

[small_magics]

He is the best for snuggling, whatever shape he takes. Perhaps unless he decides to experiment with being a porcuipine.

Isibel checks with her various helpers about the events of the world over the past week, and then she asks Jane to ask Lazarus if in a few days he will find it convenient to supervise the addition of another Bonded to their Bond and making sure it does not intrude more than Lycaelon would like.

[nonbird]

Of course he would.

[small_magics]

That is good.