how are you feeling?

[small_magics]

[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]

Comments

[small_magics]

How celebratory!

[wildlymagical]

Extremely.

[small_magics]

The time dilation proves useful! Albeit not as staggeringly necessary as it was when Isibel's beloveds first returned home.

[wildlymagical]

Ansharil is lovely and Aianon is lovely and Sarion is lovely and time dilation is lovely. Everything is lovely. Lycaelon is the happiest he's ever been in someone else's company.

[small_magics]

It is good that he is happy. Isibel would never wish it otherwise.

[wildlymagical]

This is also the first time he has ever been tempted to call anyone 'my love'. But Aianon and Ansharil get such smiles when he does it.

[small_magics]

They have lovely smiles, most especially when they are reminded of being loved.

[wildlymagical]

Lovely, lovely smiles. And extremely kissable ones.

[small_magics]

Aren't they just?

(They make an entirely different class of lovely smiles when they're in pain. If Lycaelon is curious about the full range of their beloved's facial expressions.)

[wildlymagical]

Oh, he is.

[endragoned]

Their beloveds love them ever so much.

[small_magics]

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon is very willing to experiment with ways to make Aianon and Ansharil smile.

[endragoned]

Lycaelon is lovely.

[small_magics]

He is! It was very kind of the Wild Magic to send him to her and she is glad she decided to keep him.

[wildlymagical]

Lycaelon is glad he decided to be kept. (He pauses in his experiments to hug her. No one minds.)

[small_magics]

Hugs!

[wildlymagical]

Hugs. Isibel is a good friend and a good co-Bonded.

[small_magics]

She is happy to welcome him into the Bond.

[wildlymagical]

That is good. He is glad.

And now, back to what he was doing to Aianon.

[small_magics]

Oooooh.

[wildlymagical]

Yes.

[small_magics]

Time passes. (In the tree, not out of it.)

Eventually all celebrations have been celebrated.

"I can tell Jane to call Lazarus to have a look at us now," Isibel says, from where she is lounging across Ansharil's lap.

[wildlymagical]

"All right," says Lycaelon, idly spending a square to clothe himself and then snuggling up to Aianon. Mmm, snuggly.

[small_magics]

With everyone clothed, Isibel undoes the time dilation, turns her Janegem back on, and speaks to Jane.