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.]

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[thaumobabble]

Glass pulls her marble out from under her shirt.

[pythbox]

Elasirae snakes his neck down to get a closer look.

[thaumobabble]

Glass laughs.

[small_magics]

"At any time," Sarion remarks, mostly to Sherial, "Elspeth could collect Arianna and Sidanar in the same way."

[pythbox]

"I'm not sure how they'd react," says Sherial. "Although I suppose most people aren't going to be suspicious of Elspeth the first time they see her..."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Most people are not!"

[pythbox]

"Are most of me?" she wonders. "I'd think they would be. But maybe they mostly meet you already vouched for by someone they trust."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"You're the first of your template to have met me for the first time out of a corroborating context, yes."

[pythbox]

"If it happens again," says Sherial, "expect them to have doubts."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"All right. I can still go get Sidanar and Arianna, if it's time to go talk to them. And warn the latter that she may have a Bondable elf wandering around."

[pythbox]

Sherial shrugs, resettling her glittery grey wings. "I won't stop you."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth laughs.

Arianna?

[pythbox]

[What,] says Arianna.

[her_imperial_radiance]

(alts and visitors and likely-Bondable and the offer of teleportation...)

[pythbox]

[I'm not confused but I feel like I should be confused,] says Arianna. [I'm confusingly unconfused. Yes, okay, you can teleport me.]

[her_imperial_radiance]

Pop pop!

[small_magics]

"Hello, Arianna."

[pythbox]

"Hello," says Arianna. "There's a lot of, of... I guess you're not Bonded, not all of you... a lot of not dragons here. I'm afraid I might sit on someone."

[small_magics]

Isibel hovers a bit closer to dragon eye level. "Perhaps this will help."

[thaumobabble]

Glass follows suit.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth could fly, but declines in favor of climbing up a nearby tree.

[nonbird]

"I'm certified unsquashable," Lazarus volunteers, "but still not keen to be sat on, I must admit."

He climbs on top of a large rock, which puts him still somewhat lower than dragon eye level but at least farther from anywhere Arianna might reasonably decide to sit.

[pythbox]

"How," wonders Arianna, "do you get certified unsquashable?"

[nonbird]

"You get acquainted with a very huggy person whose hugs can squash granite," says Lazarus, "and then magic."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Magic is really useful!"