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]

Sherial giggles.

[thaumobabble]

"Yes," says Glass, "shiny Thilanushinyel-themed Wild-Magic-related Libbiness. My power is kind of frustrating sometimes. Elspeth, do you have anything?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth opens her mouth and waits a moment, then shakes her head. "No pronouncements today, sorry."

[pythbox]

"Oh, well," says Sherial. "If that's everything, my Bonded and I have some magic to go and do."

[small_magics]

"I confess to some curiosity."

[neverbeatme]

"No specific plans just yet," says Lissa. "I think I'll cast a scrying spell and see what the Wild Magic wants to tell me today."

She climbs up onto Sherial's back.

[thaumobabble]

"I confess to large amounts of curiosity about that," says Glass. "You can brainphone Jane and she can tell me even after I've gone home to tell my wives about their dragon alts."

[neverbeatme]

"I might," Lissa says cheerfully. "I can't promise anything. Some visions are private."

[thaumobabble]

"Sure," agrees Glass.

[small_magics]

"It has been good to meet you."

[neverbeatme]

"Likewise!" says Lissa.

And she leans forward and hugs Sherial around her neck again, and Sherial takes off.