will you marry me?

[small_magics]

When the party has been going on for a few hours but no one has left yet, everyone is called into the main room. (The dragons will have a sufficient view if they prefer to perch at the outer doors.)

Angela has worked out a ceremony that will satisfy the involved parties, a reworking of standard Samarian traditions with some revised wording and adjustments for the fact that the groom inhabits two bodies. This ceremony, unlike the elven one, doesn't involve any jewelry.

And then Sarion and her beloved are married. Again.

Comments

[ending_of]

"The shininess comes in quantities?"

[thaumobabble]

"Sort of. At least two quantities. Yours and Callahan's, and then there's Lissa, who's - less - shiny, but still very noticeable."

[ending_of]

"I see."

[thaumobabble]

"I don't suppose you know what it could be - or have a guess? It'd have to be something that applies to several worlds, including two that weren't initially hooked up to Downside and one that still isn't - but be world-flavored per person..."

[ending_of]

"...I do have a guess," she says. "But the thing I am thinking of doesn't come in quantities as far as I know."

[thaumobabble]

"What is it?"

[ending_of]

"There is a... place," she says. "At most one person per world is able to go there. Once someone is able to go there, they do not stop being able. I have been there once. I did not like it. I will not be returning."

[thaumobabble]

"...Yeah, that doesn't obviously sound like it comes in amounts. I don't want to ask Callahan and if Lissa knew I think she would have brought it up."

[ending_of]

"Some of the people I met there could be said to embody their respective universes," she adds. "Others could not, at least not obviously, and I would say no such thing of myself. I believe they all shared my ability to observe any part of my world to which I might direct my attention, but I did not confirm it before I left. It was long enough ago that recalling specific details about individuals would require more effort than I care to apply."

[thaumobabble]

"Hmmmm. Why didn't you like it?"

[ending_of]

"It was... unaesthetic," she says.

[thaumobabble]

"This place sounds interesting even if it's unrelated to shininess; what else can you tell me about it and the people in it? Without the," Glass waves, "excess effort, anyway."

[ending_of]

"It did not have a fixed physical reality."

[thaumobabble]

"That's interesting - did it have a fluctuating one? What controlled it?"

[ending_of]

"It was mutable. Responsive to the influence of anyone present."

[thaumobabble]

"What's it for?"

[ending_of]

She shrugs. "Its purpose is not obvious to me."

[thaumobabble]

"Huh. I guess I'll tell Lissa to keep an eye out. Anyway, what changes to torching did you have in mind?"

[ending_of]

"To the ability to distribute it," she says. "It's irritating to bestow it individually on your alts and their friends. I would rather make it replicable. And you seem to do enough editing of which characteristics persist that it would be worth including that capacity. To distribute the effort even further, you could optionally make the recipient able to modify their own persistent characteristics."

[thaumobabble]

"That sounds like a great idea. I can take that to the party and propagate it to all the other Bells and most everyone else who'd need it now."

[ending_of]

She doesn't take any visible action, but: "You are updated."

[thaumobabble]

"Thanks! Anything else while I'm here?"

[ending_of]

"No."

[thaumobabble]

"All right then."

And Glass taps her Janegem, returns to the party, updates torching for everyone who needs it, and -

goes looking for Lissa.

[neverbeatme]

Lissa is admiring the flowers that have bloomed on one of the huge archways.