why me?

[small_magics]

Isibel spends her last day on the island flying, and then she rejoins her expedition, and packs, and sleeps, and in the dawnlight she gets back on the boat to sail back to the Elven Lands.

She is kept quite occupied with small magics to keep the ship operating smoothly, and also with notebooking - writing quite small, as she brought more than enough notebooks for three weeks but then unexpectedly used many of them to draw and write with the demon and has only half of one left for several days at sea.

They land on the shore of the Elven Lands on schedule, and disembark.

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[pythbox]

"Yep," says Liselen. "Um... good luck."

[small_magics]

"Thank you."

Isibel returns to within eyeshot of Magania, and she waits, and she tries to think of thoughts she needs to have before there's no privacy to be had, but she can't think of anything.

[pythbox]

And then they travel to Karahelanderialigor, home of the dragons.

[small_magics]

Isibel tags along while Magania introduces the situation, as it will be easier to explain exactly what she has to do once the dragons are alerted to the existence of her future Bondmate.

[pythbox]

Magania explains that there is a dragon on the island, Bonded to what seems to be a benign Endarkened.

While the debate about what to do with the dragon's Bondmate is ongoing, a consensus quickly emerges that the dragons should send an expedition. Magania defers to Isibel for any knowledge she may have of the island dragon's willingness to engage in producing eggs.

[small_magics]

"His Bondmate once remarked that he would be quite amenable," murmurs Isibel.

[pythbox]

"Good," rumbles Ancaladar. "That simplifies things."

"And we're going to need all the simplicity we can get," snorts Saravasse.

[small_magics]

"There is," Isibel says, "another matter, on which I would be most grateful to hear counsel from you, or from your Bondmates, if there is any to be had."

[pythbox]

"Speak," says Saravasse.

[small_magics]

"A unicorn, Liselen, told me when our expedition returned from the island that the Wild Magic says that the world is again in danger of Dark incursion and that I must avert it, and that this will involve my Bonding with a dragon." She swallows. "The island dragon and I can Bond. I - avoided his company as soon as I realized, having decided years ago that I could not, not for love or power, tolerate having my mind read. If there is any way, any at all, to mitigate this problem - I would hear it."

[pythbox]

"The bond will make us tolerate many things we thought were intolerable," says Saravasse.

"Harrier, too, was unhappy with that aspect of the bond," says Ancaladar. "He grew accustomed with time."

[small_magics]

"I don't think I can," whispers Isibel. "I think I'll shrivel up inside and that I won't be able to do anything."

[pythbox]

Ancaladar bows his head.

[small_magics]

Petrivoch speaks up. "Whether you shrivel up is your business, but whether you save the world is everyone's business. If the problem is just that you'll find your dragon's attention distracting, meditate into hyperfocus and you'll be able to concentrate. It's a discipline of elven meditation; my Bondmate can teach you if you have the time and want to learn. She's here in Karahelanderialigor."

"That may work," says Isibel, head bowed. "Thank you."

[pythbox]

"And I am sorry," says Ancaladar. There is a general murmur of agreement.

Then they start talking about which dragons will visit the island. Saravasse volunteers to lead them.

[small_magics]

Isibel speaks quietly to Petrivoch about his Bondmate's exact location.

She finds her.

She explains the situation.

The other elf wastes no time in setting Isibel up in a guest house and setting a rigorous schedule suitable for the world-saving deadline in which Isibel will learn meditation.

Isibel proves rather adept at it, all told. Inside a moonturn, she can narrow her attention to the finest of points, like a needle so fine as to be half-invisible, or sunlight focused through glass. She thinks of nothing else beyond her chosen object of meditation. The practice isn't without its dangers. She could easily neglect a terrible injury, for example, were her mind elsewhere than her body when she was hurt.

But that's much of the point, that she can feel no suffering when hyperfocused. That she will do work, and nothing else. That she will be able to look for whoever seeks the Dark, and nothing else. That she will be able to study magic to be able to bring it to bear, and nothing else. That she will be able to be the savior of the world.

And nothing else.

She can't stay in hyperfocus forever. She's up to an hour when her teacher pronounces her ready, and she can only do an hour when the focus object is something interesting - a book, usually. She can last only minutes at a time trying to meditate on her breathing or on a star. But of course the object here is not to make her Bond free of distress for her. It's to make her productive in spite of distress.

She'll get better with practice, and if she has to spend much of every day in miserable desperate awareness of scrutiny, well, the world is at stake, she is only one elf and there are millions if not billions of people on the line, where would she be now if Harrier had refused his commands from the Wild Magic?

The teacher advises her to add a trigger to each session of hyperfocus that will end it early (because, of course, one of the things she neglects when her mind is sharpened to a blind single point is anything that could lead her to want to cease to be so). For practice purposes, she uses a word from her teacher. For later, she will need something else.

Isibel supposes that as long as she has to give over her entire self into the hands of the dragon - and his obviously much more content existing Bondmate - she may as well let them trigger her. The demon could snap his fingers in front of her face, or something. Let them decide when she works and when she weeps.

At least she'll still sleep at night.

Elves sleep at night.

She's ready in time to return to the island with the rest of the expedition, and if anyone notices that she is withdrawn and upset, they are all too polite to ask.

She drifts into the forest towards the cluster of unicorn statues, already half-dead, and makes a reluctant but definite beeline for the dragon's cave.

[endragoned]

The demon lands in front of her on an open stretch of path.

[small_magics]

"I See you," Isibel sobs, and then she falls to her knees and buries her face in her hands and bursts into open tears.

[endragoned]

He gets down on her level and wraps his arms around her and hugs her gently, his wings arched around them like a tent, murmuring something in his own language.

[small_magics]

Isibel - cannot seem to stop crying. Not yet, anyway. She could hyperfocus on explaining - oh, he probably thinks someone's coming to kill him, that she's here to warn him, doesn't he -

Inhale. Choose object. Blur everything else into black disappeared irrelevance. Exhale. Focus.

"The Wild Magic told a unicorn to tell me that I must Bond with a dragon in order to save the world," Isibel says levelly. Her voice sounds too careful, too even, every syllable an exact length and every space between words the same size, but she's not paying attention to that. Breathe. Is that the complete explanation? It is a sufficient explanation.

The focus falls away and she cries again.

[endragoned]

"I don't care about the world," he says softly. "I care about you. If this is how you feel about this thing, then do not do it."

[small_magics]

"I care about the world. So many people could die. They may have already started dying because I waited to learn to concentrate on things, but I couldn't help that, I don't think I'll be able to work otherwise, whatever work I must do. I might die anyway, if I do nothing. There's no helping it." She doesn't hyperfocus for these sentences; she pushes them out between sobs and miserable sniffling inhalations.

[endragoned]

The demon hugs her some more.

[small_magics]

"I have to," Isibel says in a small voice. "I can't consign so many people to suffer and die just because I will be unhappy."

[endragoned]

"You can," he murmurs. "People do that. Even people who are not demons."