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

[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.

[mind_game]

[Hey Lazarus, Sarion and company added another person to their Dragonbond and want you to come check it over for effects on the wish you made.]

[nonbird]

[Sure,] says Lazarus, teleporting to the local Janepoint.

[mind_game]

Jane drops him right in Isibel's tree.

[nonbird]

"Hello," says Lazarus. "My goodness, there's a lot of magic going around here. Let's see. The wish seems to be intact - actually, it's almost like your auras are supporting it. That's convenient."

[small_magics]

"Very. I was unsure they would cooperate."

[nonbird]

"Auras are cooperative. They're very friendly," he says. "To you, not necessarily to anyone else. But if they can do something the convenient way, they will."

[small_magics]

"Thank you for checking up on them anyway."

[nonbird]

"It's no trouble," he says cheerfully. "You could hardly get someone else to do it. Well, there's Glass, and now I'm apparently sprouting alts from every direction, but I'm the only one of me currently attached to the peal."

[small_magics]

"I have not yet checked Thilanushinyel for alts," muses Isibel. "Perhaps I should do so now."

[wildlymagical]

"You might as well," says Lycaelon from where he is curled up under Aianon's wing.

[small_magics]

Isibel nods. She starts with Lazarus's template, because why not.

[pythbox]

Why, there is a local alt of Lazarus!

He is a dragon. An iridescent black dragon.

[small_magics]

"You are a dragon," she informs Lazarus, "or rather, your local alt is - but not one I have met - so - he must be one of the eggs I conjured up to bolster the population, some sixteen years ago. There was an egg in that iridescent black color."

[nonbird]

"...That is unexpected," says Lazarus. "Is there a local Kolya?"

[small_magics]

Isibel checks.