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]

Will she be seeking out Lycaelon now?

[small_magics]

She should think about that, shouldn't she. Hmm.

She likes being her beloveds' - favorite, for lack of a better word. She does not begrudge them their affection for others, but none of it is central in the same way as what they have for her. She is wondering how she will do if there is another in their Bond, another Binding permanently anchored, on the level with hers. Perhaps it would change nothing, particularly since Lycaelon likes to be alone so very much of the time. But perhaps she is wrong.

[endragoned]

Well...

Ansharil knows it would not change how much he loves her, or how. He does not know what it would change, exactly. Neither Isibel nor her beloveds has ever thought about adding another Bonded before; they are thinking new things, and Ansharil is not sure he understands all of them. It would be new. It would be different.

He wants to do it. But if Isibel feels that she would be losing something with the change, something important that she does not want to lose, then he won't. He does not want it that much. How could he? She is his Bonded, and he loves her.

[small_magics]

Isibel takes Ansharil from her shoulder and tucks him under her chin and holds him, eyes closed.

She thinks, and sends along thoughts as they happen.

They haven't ever considered adding another person to the Bond. There have never been that many people - bodies? - in a Dragonbond before; she didn't know it was possible. But from the shape of her beloveds' thoughts now, this fact was doing more work for her than for them. She was - only. Not the only person they loved or made love to or anything like that, but the only something, and here is another person - who she does quite like, but who - threatens is not the right word. But who presents himself as a second of this thing that she was previously all by herself.

This doesn't seem to have been important to her beloveds. It isn't how they work. But it is how she works. The onlyness has been doing something. Replacing it is not impossible, and then everyone could have what they want, but it is potentially fraught.

[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.)