small_magics | how long has it been?

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

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.

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endragoned

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

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small_magics

Very good!

Let's see.

Hmm. Perhaps Magania would like to do it.

[Magania, my beloveds are home again.]

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pythbox

[This news makes good hearing,] says Magania.

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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.]

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pythbox

A moment of silence.

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small_magics

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

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pythbox

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

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small_magics

[Perhaps I should have mentioned it sooner. At any rate, he can be an elf, and we are wearing betrothal pendants now, and he will probably accompany me wherever I go for the next several years at least, in small portable shapes, but today he is being an elf for purposes including marrying me.]

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pythbox

[It would be good to know, of your courtesy, if you have yet chosen a celebrant.]

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small_magics

[I had hoped you might assist us. My parents - oh, and I ought to ask Liselen, although we will perform the ceremony all over again when there is next a Bell party and he could be at that one - will comprise the guest list.]

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pythbox

[I would be pleased to do so,] says Magania, [at whatever time might be convenient for all of us.]

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small_magics

[I will speak to Liselen. Myself and my beloved and my parents are all available at any time.]

[Liselen, you have heard that my beloveds are home. I am going to marry them - well, Ansharil, in the elven style, and later the both of them with somebell else's help; perhaps you would like to be at both ceremonies.]

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pythbox

[That would be great!] says Liselen. [Congratulations and stuff! I've never been to a wedding before.]

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small_magics

[Myself, my beloved, Magania, and my parents are all quite free in our schedules.]

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pythbox

[Me too,] Liselen says cheerfully. [I don't have any urgent unicorning to do in the next little while, not that I know about anyway.]

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small_magics

[Well, then,] says Isibel, conferencing in everyone who will appear at the wedding, [there are no time constraints at all. Perhaps we should begin right now.]

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pythbox

[So long as your magic can provide a well-laid feast table in an appropriate pavilion,] says Magania. [Otherwise we may be some time finding those things.]

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small_magics

[My enchanted village can certainly do it.] There is a platform suspended high in the trees, to which she teleports herself and Ansharil; it is currently unoccupied, but when she claps her hands and asks it for a feast, it sets about arranging one.

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pythbox

Liselen shows up first.

"Lycaelon says congratulations," he reports, swishing his tail.

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small_magics

Isibel pets Liselen's mane. "That is kind. He can be at the other ceremony. If he were at this one he would distract the groom, alas." She supposes she should inform Lycaelon of as much. [We are planning to have two weddings. You can be at the other, after Bonding, if you still want to. My beloved thinks that should wait until after Aianon has finished with his nap, however.]