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.

Comments

[endragoned]

Oh, snuggles! He can snuggle without thinking. Just loving her, and touching her, and breathing the scent of her hair, and draping his wing over her like a leathery blanket. Just that.

[small_magics]

Nicenicenicenice. If it were like this all the time - well, she still wouldn't have wanted to Bond, she wanted to accomplish things with her life - but if it were like this all the time it wouldn't have frightened her so much.

[endragoned]

He notices 'nicenicenice', but he doesn't quite notice it all the way - he doesn't break out of focus, just wraps his arms around her and loves her some more, content in half-conscious sensual enjoyment of the fact that someone he loves is happy.

[small_magics]

Mmmmm.

[endragoned]

Snuggle snuggle snuggle love.

[small_magics]

She wonders how long he can do this, now.

[endragoned]

He is not doing it perfectly - he has thoughts, slow lazy things that dawdle across his mind, formless and wordless - but he manages it for a good while longer.

[small_magics]

When he's lost his hold, Isibel sighs. "I'll go to my teacher," she says. "And concentrate on magic."

[endragoned]

"I love you," he says, cuddling her a little more. "I'm sorry."

[small_magics]

"I love you too. I'm sorry too."

Hugs, and she withdraws and goes back to her instruction. She hyperfocuses through every explanation she gets and every spell she tries.