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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[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? -"

[her_imperial_radiance]

(Minting is this thing!)

[pythbox]

Arianna grins. A dragon's grin can be somewhat alarming.

"You should definitely mint me."

[small_magics]

"I have some little hesitation on the matter - it is inconvenient to undo and in the right person affords considerable power. Your minted alt is in the employ of one of mine, but I do not know your own plans."

[pythbox]

"What plans?" says Arianna. "I'm a dragon. I'm going to... dragon."

[small_magics]

"Presumably, you will dragon, yes," says Sarion. "The fact that you have a likely potential Bonded wandering about also warrants some caution. One of him works alongside your aforementioned alt and is reasonably harmless. Another has a list of crimes that would be longer than you are even if it were written in fine print. I do not know which sort the local is."

[pythbox]

Arianna snorts. "Go bother him about his plans, then. I want minting."

She bounces a little on her four taloned feet. The ground only trembles very slightly.

[thaumobabble]

"Your templates are pretty thoroughly paired," Glass says. "If you're saying you can just avoid him, that's going to take more work than it would if he were just some guy, and I'm not sure if it would work anyway even if we wish up a bubble enforcing sufficient distance. Template attractors have produced ridiculous improbabilities before. One person we know spontaneously developed the tendency to uncontrollably teleport between worlds specifically because his template requires its constituents to undergo more suffering than he was going to get where he was from."