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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[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!"

[pythbox]

Arianna snorts.

[thaumobabble]

"Elasirae just got a little bit, is there anything you want while we're here?"

[pythbox]

She cranes her head around rapidly to stare at Elasirae.

"Well, it's not our magic," he says, with a shrug that ripples his iridescent black wings. "Of course it doesn't not want to work for dragons; dragons mostly don't exist where it's from."

"Do I want magic," scoffs Arianna. "Of course I want magic! Dragons are the most magic thing in the world but we don't get to keep any of it, it's supremely unfair." She digs her glossy white claws into the ground.

[thaumobabble]

"Okay, but you might have to be a little more specific. Although I guess I could just mint you, you have an alt who's a mint - Elsie, if you would? -"