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]

"She says yes. I can teleport you there if you like."

[neverbeatme]

"I would definitely like."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Pop!

[neverbeatme]

She looks at her dragon. There are three dragons present, but only one of them is the right one; it's as obvious as the direction of the sun.

[pythbox]

Sherial looks back, lifting her wings slightly in an involuntary gesture of fascination.

[thaumobabble]

"You're," Glass begins, staring at the Libby, but she falls silent, not wishing to interrupt.

[pythbox]

Sherial takes a few steps forward and bends her head to look her imminent Bondmate directly in the eye.

"What's your name?" she murmurs.

[neverbeatme]

"Lissa," breathes Lissa, reaching up to put her hands on either side of Sherial's glittery grey jaw.

[pythbox]

"I'm Sherial."

They gaze at each other for a moment longer; then Sherial blinks and tucks her wings tightly against her sides.

[neverbeatme]

Lissa grins and hugs Sherial around her long snaky neck.

Then she asks Glass, over her shoulder, "I'm what?"

[thaumobabble]

"You," accuses Glass, "are shiny. I have seen it once before and I still don't know what it means. You're not as shiny as the other person, though..."

[neverbeatme]

She unhugs her Bonded, but keeps a hand on Sherial's neck as she turns to face Glass properly.

"Define 'shiny'."

[thaumobabble]

"I can see metacausality - I can tell what template someone is by looking and stuff like that - and there is something about you that I'm seeing, have seen on one other person who wasn't a template from another world, and have no idea what it means. Except that it involves you being attached to this world particularly."

[neverbeatme]

"Well, if you figure out anything else about it, do let me know," she says. "Can I have some of that magic you were handing out earlier?"

[thaumobabble]

"Minting? Yeah, Libbies are safe to mint and you're definitely also a Libby," says Glass. "Unless Sarion has some objection."

[small_magics]

"No, I believe it will be fine." And she spends the hex with a wave of her hand.

[neverbeatme]

"Thank you," says Lissa. "And any other magic you feel like giving us would also be appreciated."

[pythbox]

Sherial chuckles.

[small_magics]

Sarion mints Sherial, too. "Sherial is already torchable; I did that for all of the dragons years ago. I will add you, too."

[neverbeatme]

"Thank you," Lissa repeats. She's grinning again.

[small_magics]

"You are welcome. And if you are looking for something to do with yourself, the traditional occupation of Libbies stands open."

[neverbeatme]

"Personnel officer? Don't mind if I do," she says. "To start with, anyway... I think my ultimate plans are going to end up a little more expansive than that. Oh, while we're at it, would somebody like to make my aunt immortal?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"I can. Should I fill her in on the rest of the goings-on?"

[neverbeatme]

"Yeah," says Lissa, "sure, good idea."

[nonbird]

Lazarus has been looking fascinated for quite some time now, but he is beginning to direct his fascinated look at Lissa in particular out of all available targets.