small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Isibel's beloveds are home. And they are with her. And they are quite undisturbed.

Anyone who could not guess the ensuing events would not know them very well.

She has spent over a sennight, now, with them, entangled and sleepless and so very, very glad to have them again.

It is during a lull in the proceedings - if it can really be called that, when they are sandwiched around her, Ansharil in one of his humanoid shapes, Aianon with his wings wrapping them all up in a bundle - when it occurs to her that Lycaelon was promised a kiss, once, years ago.
endragoned: (③ temptation)
Author: endragoned
Oh, that he was.

Aianon supposes he could deliver that kiss sometime soon. If it did not come as too much of an interruption. Perhaps if they just summoned Lycaelon here, and Aianon kissed him, and then he - well, went away again or didn't, whichever seemed like the most delightful option.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
It would not be too much of an interruption.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Hm.

Would she like to brainphone him, or should Aianon?
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
She can.

[Hello.]
wildlymagical: (⑤ go on)
Author: wildlymagical
[Oh! Are you—? Um, hello,] he says.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
[If you wished to collect your kiss from my beloved now - perhaps you remember, from when you first saw the island, wanting one - then you could visit us and do so.]
wildlymagical: (② and a fun time was had by all)
Author: wildlymagical
[...All right,] says Lycaelon.

He teleports to where they all are.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Isibel extracts one hand from the cuddle-wrap to wave lazily at him.
wildlymagical: (③ i'll be a good boy)
Author: wildlymagical
That looks to be an admirably cuddly cuddle-wrap. Lycaelon admires it for a moment.
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
Aianon gently unwraps his wings from around the snuggling Isibel and Ansharil, so that he can sit up and beckon to Lycaelon.
wildlymagical: (⑦  i'm listening)
Author: wildlymagical
Lycaelon leans in to kiss him.

Except—

He keeps looking at Ansharil, currently in the form of a human with long luxurious purple hair in all the sunset shades of his scales. He is just so beautiful. It's hard to pay attention to anything else.
small_magics: (impatient)
Author: small_magics
Aww, they're -

Isibel blinks, and sits up abruptly. "Lycaelon." And, silently, to her beloved - do they see what she's seeing?
wildlymagical: (⑧ rather be alone)
Author: wildlymagical
"Huh?" he says distractedly.
endragoned: (⑦ make me better)
Author: endragoned




Yes. Yes, they see it.

They are not sure what to do.
small_magics: (straightforward)
Author: small_magics
"You are gazing at my dragon. You may wish to stop and think." She puts her hand between his eyes and Ansharil.
wildlymagical: (⑫ more questions)
Author: wildlymagical
"Oh. Oh," says Lycaelon. "He's - not a dragon right now, does that...? I guess it doesn't."

He shuts his eyes.

"I should ask Liselen what's going on," he concludes.

And he conference-calls them all on brainphone.

[Liselen, why am I about to bond with Ansharil?]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[Fate, I guess,] says Liselen. [I don't have anything specific to tell you about it.]
small_magics: (war manners)
Author: small_magics
[So presumably you do not have to do it to save the world.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[Absolutely no world-saving involved,] Liselen confirms. [It's all up to you.]
wildlymagical: (⑩ well uh)
Author: wildlymagical
[Okay...] says Lycaelon. [That's... good? I guess?]
small_magics: (straightforward)
Author: small_magics
[If you share my initial discomfort with the idea but would otherwise like to, it can, of course, be patched by magic.]
wildlymagical: (⑨ because... of reasons!)
Author: wildlymagical
"Right," he murmurs. [Thanks, Lise.] "Are - what do you think, I'm not just deciding this for me, am I?"
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)
Author: endragoned
"We are all deciding it," says Ansharil. "For all of us."

Aianon causes the floor of the tree to grow a comfortable chair for Lycaelon to sit in, and stands up to guide him into it. His wings arch around the chair, shielding Lycaelon from stray glimpses of his dragon even if he were to open his eyes.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
Isibel flops onto Ansharil. (She is already Bonded with him and can look at him as much as she likes.) "It would be different. Perhaps in a good way, though."
endragoned: (⑪ anything for you)
Author: endragoned
"I would not mind," says Aianon, running his fingers through Lycaelon's hair (and being careful with his talons) as Ansharil hugs Isibel. "I could love you happily."
wildlymagical: (④ softly)
Author: wildlymagical
"Apparently I could love you too," says Lycaelon. "But - sharing each other's minds, that's optional? Right? You fixed that?"
small_magics: (judgment)
Author: small_magics
"...I do not know how the wish will hold, with another mind added to the Bond. I will be safe; my aura will do it - you might have to wait a short while for Lazarus to have another look at us all and make a replacement wish."
wildlymagical: (⑧ rather be alone)
Author: wildlymagical
"It's not the mind-reading that I can't stand so much as the closeness," he says, "and I can live with that in small doses. And... I want to. I think I want to."
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
Aianon hugs him.
small_magics: (challenge)
Author: small_magics
"If these are small enough doses, then if you continue staring at my beloved now, we might have to become presentable for Lazarus sooner than I would prefer," remarks Isibel.
endragoned: (③ temptation)
Author: endragoned
"You could collect your kiss now and come back later," Aianon suggests.
wildlymagical: (① hah!)
Author: wildlymagical
Lycaelon laughs, reaching up without opening his eyes to locate Aianon's face and pull it down for a kiss.

Mmmm. Kiss.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Mmmm.
wildlymagical: (② and a fun time was had by all)
Author: wildlymagical
"I don't know how small," he says, when there has been enough kiss. "I've never bonded with a dragon before."
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
"It is like falling," murmurs Isibel.
wildlymagical: (⑬ storm's coming)
Author: wildlymagical
He shivers, leaning his face against Aianon's chest.

"What else is it like?"
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)
Author: endragoned
"Like always knowing the person you love is there, even when they are far away," says Aianon.
wildlymagical: (Default)
Author: wildlymagical
He shivers again.
small_magics: (war manners)
Author: small_magics
"I was afraid. I'm sure it's different if you aren't afraid."
wildlymagical: (⑦  i'm listening)
Author: wildlymagical
"Yeah, maybe," he says. "I don't do too well with people being there all the time."
endragoned: (⑦ make me better)
Author: endragoned
"There are not very many of us," Aianon reminds him, "and we will love you very much. And we can go as far away as you want."
wildlymagical: (④ softly)
Author: wildlymagical
Lycaelon thinks. He leans on Aianon while he does it. Aianon is very comfortable to lean on.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
Very comfy. Isibel is still snuggling Ansharil. "I will be a bit at arm's length," she clarifies. "Co-bonded are not always so close. But I already like you very much."
wildlymagical: (⑪ no. stop.)
Author: wildlymagical
"If I didn't like you both very much, I would be gone already," he laughs.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
"Naturally."
wildlymagical: (⑦  i'm listening)
Author: wildlymagical
He snuggles Aianon. Snuggly, snuggly Aianon. Aianon who made this amazing island, and all those things on Saturn...

"I don't want to do it unless I know you're all okay with it, though," he says.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
"I would need to think about it. And in the meantime I might like to have Aianon back." She pauses, tilts her head. "Pattern has left me a message, recommending time-dilation, so you might not need to wait long."
wildlymagical: (③ i'll be a good boy)
Author: wildlymagical
He laughs.

"Okay," he says, and kisses Aianon again, and teleports away.
endragoned: (④ you want it)
Author: endragoned
Aianon unmakes the chair he made for Lycaelon and pounces on his loves.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Ooh! Pouncing!

(And before she forgets a quick time-dilation wish -)
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Mmm. Pouncing. There is already magic in place to ensure that his sharp parts do not harm Isibel, and Ansharil of course is very fond of those sharp parts and would not dream of banning them from his person.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Personalized sharpness enjoyment for everyone!
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Yes. That.
small_magics: (challenge)
Author: small_magics
Also beloved-enjoyment, more generally. Lots of it. A sennight is not enough after sixteen years.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)
Author: endragoned
Not nearly enough. Try three, or four. Or more than that. More, generally. More time, more pouncing, more kisses, more of everything they missed.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
And there was so much to miss. (Not least because Ansharil keeps turning into things. When he's an angel he makes the loveliest sounds when Isibel strokes his wings.)
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
His wings as an angel are the same vivid array of purples as his hair in any humanoid shape. They are very beautiful, and he loves to wrap her up in them and kiss her.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
And she loves to be wrapped up and kissed! What a lovely arrangement.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)
Author: endragoned
Yes. If possible, Ansharil would like to go on touching her for - oh, the next several years at least.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
She would not dream of sending him away from her.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
Good. He'll just do that, then.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Of course, several years spent doing what they are doing now might be excessive, time-dilation or no, but that doesn't mean she wants to stop yet. And she can bring Ansharil with her wherever she goes, shaped like this or that, without it necessarily always devolving into sennights or moonturns of prolonged "reunion".
endragoned: (④ you want it)
Author: endragoned
Perhaps he will be some sort of small pretty extravagant bird and perch himself on her shoulder. Small, pretty, extravagant, and purple.

But for now - reunion. Yes. That.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Very very much that.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)
Author: endragoned
Very much of that. As much of that as they want. Especially now that they are tucked away out of time, there is absolutely no reason to stop until they are entirely done.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
That will take a lot of that.
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Yes. It will.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Best get started. Well. Continue, more.
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
Yes.





It takes a very long time, but eventually, they are snuggling and snuggling and have not kissed in a while and Aianon decides that he might like to have a nap.
small_magics: (war manners)
Author: small_magics
Isibel kisses his forehead, not to break the lull but to punctuate it. She sits up. She squares herself presentable and clothed, ensures that the tree won't allow anyone in to disturb or be disturbed by Aianon, and stands and stretches, yawning contently.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil becomes a small purple creature with a long fluffy body, a longer, fluffier tail, and beautiful feathery purple wings. He flutters up to Isibel's shoulder, perches there, curls his tail loosely around her neck, and nuzzles her cheek.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
She pets his fluff. And she breaks the time dilation on her tree, and takes a step outside.
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)
Author: endragoned
Will she be seeking out Lycaelon now?
small_magics: (judgment)
Author: small_magics


She should think about that, shouldn't she. Hmm.

She likes being her beloveds' - favorite, for lack of a better word. She does not begrudge them their affection for others, but none of it is central in the same way as what they have for her. She is wondering how she will do if there is another in their Bond, another Binding permanently anchored, on the level with hers. Perhaps it would change nothing, particularly since Lycaelon likes to be alone so very much of the time. But perhaps she is wrong.
endragoned: (⑪ anything for you)
Author: endragoned
Well...

Ansharil knows it would not change how much he loves her, or how. He does not know what it would change, exactly. Neither Isibel nor her beloveds has ever thought about adding another Bonded before; they are thinking new things, and Ansharil is not sure he understands all of them. It would be new. It would be different.

He wants to do it. But if Isibel feels that she would be losing something with the change, something important that she does not want to lose, then he won't. He does not want it that much. How could he? She is his Bonded, and he loves her.
small_magics: (reflective)
Author: small_magics
Isibel takes Ansharil from her shoulder and tucks him under her chin and holds him, eyes closed.

She thinks, and sends along thoughts as they happen.

They haven't ever considered adding another person to the Bond. There have never been that many people - bodies? - in a Dragonbond before; she didn't know it was possible. But from the shape of her beloveds' thoughts now, this fact was doing more work for her than for them. She was - only. Not the only person they loved or made love to or anything like that, but the only something, and here is another person - who she does quite like, but who - threatens is not the right word. But who presents himself as a second of this thing that she was previously all by herself.

This doesn't seem to have been important to her beloveds. It isn't how they work. But it is how she works. The onlyness has been doing something. Replacing it is not impossible, and then everyone could have what they want, but it is potentially fraught.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
So...

What else could she be the only one of, if she was no longer their only Bonded?

She could be their only wife. That seems to be working for some other Bells. Would it work for Sarion?
small_magics: (judgment)
Author: small_magics
It would, except - that all of her feelings about marriage are elfy feelings, not angel feelings or enchantress feelings. And elf-marriage is about soul-sympathy. And that is only operating in one direction, here.
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
Well.

Ansharil could be an elf. He has not done that very much; he likes being an angel better, because of the wings. He could be an elf, and if he was an elf, he could have soul-sympathy. For her. And then they could be married.

He thinks he would like to do that anyway, now that he has thought of it.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
...That is a good idea. Either way.

She slips back into her tree; Ansharil is currently a fuzzy fictitious creature and therefore not wearing anything.

It shouldn't take long.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil becomes an elf.

He kisses her. Well, he has not gotten the impression that he would need to stay idle, to make this thing happen. And he likes kissing her. He likes it very much.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
She likes kissing him too. Not that she is currently feeling low on her kiss supply, but it is not like she has limited storage space, either.

Certainly idleness is not required.
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)
Author: endragoned
Mmmmm. Kisses.



It is not very different, when it comes, from what is already there. Isibel is his love and his Bonded and he loves her in so many ways already. But it's different enough to notice, this new thing. And very elfy.

He shifts angel and wraps his wings around her, just to see what happens.

The new thing does not go away, but it - settles. Not an elusive wisp of a half-familiar feeling anymore, but a beautifully simple steady presence that almost feels like it has been there all along, in a way. Like a new shadow cast from a familiar object by a new source of light.

Ansharil likes it. It's nice.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Isibel likes it too. She sighs and puts her head on his shoulder. Now they are all matched up. She could take him to any elven celebrant and be married formally. (She could have done this before, but it was never pressing; now she thinks she would like to do it soon.)
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil is very amused by the image of the three of them going together to be married. Himself in his natural shape, and Aianon in his.
small_magics: (challenge)
Author: small_magics
Isibel is not sure she can convince a celebrant to participate in this arrangement.
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Nor is Ansharil. That is why it's funny.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
It is funny. Perhaps they can get one of her alts to perform that ceremony. Angela is so empowered by her office, she believes, and any of the empresses could award herself the power. But herself and elf-Ansharil for the local one.
endragoned: (④ you want it)
Author: endragoned
Yes. Plenty of weddings. That seems like a good idea.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
It does.

She could go seek Lycaelon now. She will not lose anything she needs to keep if there is further gazing.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
They might as well wait until Aianon wakes up. Which means there is time to get married first, unless getting married takes an especially long time for reasons Ansharil cannot imagine.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Since it would be difficult and merely symbolic for Aianon to be physically present at the wedding, and since there will be another ceremony anyway, that makes sense. It will not take too terribly long as long as someone has betrothal pendants available for them. (She has an amusing mental image of the fluffy long creature he was on her shoulder a few minutes ago, wearing a betrothal pendant.)
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil giggles.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
People will ask her why her husband is on her shoulder and she will tell them that he is more portable that way. It will be very amusing.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
He kisses her, because he loves her and she is hilarious and lovely and kissable.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
All of those things! Isibel closes her eyes and kisses back and starts peering through the elven jewelry repositories of the world for pretty pendants. It would be gauche to conjure them.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Mmm, kisses.

Ansharil will offer opinions, if she likes. (The one she gives to her beloveds should be something that will look well on any body where they might choose to wear it. Perhaps even the little furry creature she liked so much.)
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
She would like them to match, in some ways if not necessarily in all. So this suggests purple, or green, or maybe blue which will go nicely with either color and her hollyplant-wreath, and an easily adjustable chain for Ansharil's assorted sizes. From her place in her beloved's arms she inspects the available jewelry until she finds a paired set she likes. They're heavy eggs of banded blue agate trapped in lacy swirls of delicate white wire, and they don't come with their own chains - her beloved's can be attached by their little white-metal hooks to something easily relinked for wearing on a small form. She thinks her chain will be gold; her beloveds might have any sort they like, since the chain can be conjured up.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
Yes. That sounds lovely. Ansharil snuggles her.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
And Isibel thinks it will look nice on Aianon too.
endragoned: (④ you want it)
Author: endragoned
That is good. Aianon will want to wear it also, when Ansharil does not. (It would look a little silly around the neck of a dragon.)
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Just a little, yes.

(People might ask her why she married her dragon and she could tell them, "Because I love him, of course.")
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil giggles again. She is the most adorable of sarions.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
She is! She is a very adorable sarion.

...

If her beloveds share their mind with Lycaelon, then things she thinks to them will no longer be private.
endragoned: (⑪ anything for you)
Author: endragoned
—Her beloveds' mind is theirs. They will want to share it with their Bonded. How much would she need them to keep back...? It would be very hard to do, if they did not know exactly which things. (It won't be like lending their experience to Elspeth, where they could just drop everything since they Bonded to Isibel.)
small_magics: (reflective)
Author: small_magics
Nothing specific comes to mind. It would be different if she were not already having sex with Lycaelon, but she is, and does not much mind if he observes her stray thoughts of the subject, bounced from mind to mind, or those of her beloveds that concern her. It only seems in principle - troubling, if she could never have a truly private intimacy with her beloveds. Lycaelon is too introverted to want perpetual sharing anyway; perhaps she could simply - retain the option to mark things? She doesn't know what things. It would just feel more comfortable to have such a marker available than to commit to eternal flow of thought to another person for anything she wants to show her beloveds.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)
Author: endragoned
Well, yes, of course. If there is some particular thing she does not want shared, she has only to think so and they will do their best. They can consult Liselen and Lazarus beforehand about how to make sure that the bond cooperates.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Her beloveds are wonderful and she loves them ever so.

And Lycaelon has, over the last several years, demonstrated himself perfectly competent at verbal discretion; she is not worried about that.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil laughs and kisses her, wrapping her up in feathered purple wings.

He loves her too.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Good good.

If he will be an elf - a clothed elf - they can go and collect those pendants.
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)
Author: endragoned
He becomes an elf (with his usual rather un-elven colour scheme) and then becomes clothed.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
She takes his hand in hers and teleports them to the place where the agate pendants she likes are to be found.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The artisan welcomes them, delicately ignoring Ansharil's vividly purple hair, and offers tea.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
Socially acceptable amounts of tea are consumed, and Isibel issues compliments about the blue agate pendants.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The artisan agrees that they are some of her finest work, and lets it be known that Isibel Sarion is welcome to them.
small_magics: (war manners)
Author: small_magics
Isibel is appropriately thankful. She conjures up chains for them. She puts her beloved's on around his neck. (She would like it if he would put hers on for her.)
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
He does that.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
She kisses him. They are engaged! She is so pleased.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
He is pleased also! Perhaps they should celebrate.
small_magics: (challenge)
Author: small_magics
Her beloved is insatiable.



Of course, who is she to talk?
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Back to the tree, then?
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Apparently!
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
It is a nice tree. Ansharil likes it.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
She is so proud of her tree. It is a useful enchanted private tree. In which celebrations.
endragoned: (③ temptation)
Author: endragoned
Mmm. Yes. Those.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics


And after (comparatively brief) celebrations, there is the question of celebrants.

Isibel supposes her parents would probably like to be at the wedding. Lycaelon cannot be at this one because he would gaze at the groom and that is to wait until Aianon is awake, but he can be at the ceremony with the peal, which her parents will not likely attend. (They have learned bits and pieces of her interdimensional activities, over the years, but she does not plan to bring them to the party, where everyone will ask questions and everything will be so busy and crowded.)

She confers with her mother and father by brainphone. They can make time whenever it would be convenient for her and her beloved to be married, if she will pick them up.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Then they can be married whenever they find someone to marry them. Good.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Very good!

Let's see.

Hmm. Perhaps Magania would like to do it.

[Magania, my beloveds are home again.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[This news makes good hearing,] says Magania.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
[And Jane has recovered.] (This too was in her brainphone messages, when she checked them.) [And my dragon has turned into an elf and we would like to be married.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
A moment of silence.
small_magics: (war manners)
Author: small_magics
[He can turn into anything he likes,] Isibel explains. [They went to another world and he gained the ability.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[I did not know this,] says Magania. [Life with you is never short of surprises.]
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
[Perhaps I should have mentioned it sooner. At any rate, he can be an elf, and we are wearing betrothal pendants now, and he will probably accompany me wherever I go for the next several years at least, in small portable shapes, but today he is being an elf for purposes including marrying me.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox


[It would be good to know, of your courtesy, if you have yet chosen a celebrant.]
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
[I had hoped you might assist us. My parents - oh, and I ought to ask Liselen, although we will perform the ceremony all over again when there is next a Bell party and he could be at that one - will comprise the guest list.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[I would be pleased to do so,] says Magania, [at whatever time might be convenient for all of us.]
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
[I will speak to Liselen. Myself and my beloved and my parents are all available at any time.]

[Liselen, you have heard that my beloveds are home. I am going to marry them - well, Ansharil, in the elven style, and later the both of them with somebell else's help; perhaps you would like to be at both ceremonies.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[That would be great!] says Liselen. [Congratulations and stuff! I've never been to a wedding before.]
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
[Myself, my beloved, Magania, and my parents are all quite free in our schedules.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[Me too,] Liselen says cheerfully. [I don't have any urgent unicorning to do in the next little while, not that I know about anyway.]
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
[Well, then,] says Isibel, conferencing in everyone who will appear at the wedding, [there are no time constraints at all. Perhaps we should begin right now.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[So long as your magic can provide a well-laid feast table in an appropriate pavilion,] says Magania. [Otherwise we may be some time finding those things.]
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
[My enchanted village can certainly do it.] There is a platform suspended high in the trees, to which she teleports herself and Ansharil; it is currently unoccupied, but when she claps her hands and asks it for a feast, it sets about arranging one.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Liselen shows up first.

"Lycaelon says congratulations," he reports, swishing his tail.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
Isibel pets Liselen's mane. "That is kind. He can be at the other ceremony. If he were at this one he would distract the groom, alas." She supposes she should inform Lycaelon of as much. [We are planning to have two weddings. You can be at the other, after Bonding, if you still want to. My beloved thinks that should wait until after Aianon has finished with his nap, however.]
wildlymagical: (③ i'll be a good boy)
Author: wildlymagical
[I thought it might be something like that,] says Lycaelon.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
[Yes. Probably Angela will perform the other ceremony, at or around the next Bellparty.]

Isibel goes and fetches her parents.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
By the time she has done that, Magania is present also, admiring Ansharil's hair.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
It is lovely hair! Is this everyone? This looks like everyone. Isibel touches her pendant and smiles.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Ansharil smiles, too.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Elven weddings are simple - so much of the guesswork that humans and so on like to shore up with ritual is handled by soul-sympathy. Magania speaks, and Isibel and Ansharil speak, and it's done, and all that remains is to feast.
endragoned: (Default)
Author: endragoned
Ooh, feasting.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
Feasting, and sappy looks between bride and groom, and Rania cooing over her child, and Cariel giving Ansharil possibly approving nods that are probably meaningful if you are actually a male elf and not pretending.
endragoned: (⑤ is this love)
Author: endragoned
The sappy looks are Ansharil's favourite part.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The feasting is Liselen's!
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
And eventually Rania and Cariel go home.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
And so do Magania and Liselen.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)
Author: endragoned
And Ansharil scoops up Isibel and kisses her.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Scooping! Kissing! Isibel approves. These are good things.
endragoned: (② see things backwards)
Author: endragoned
Perhaps they should go and have some more sex. Ansharil is vaguely aware that some cultures consider that a marriage tradition.
small_magics: (young yet)
Author: small_magics
Some do! They should belong to one.

(And then - she will finally go catch up with other things.)
endragoned: (④ you want it)
Author: endragoned
Yes. That seems like a good plan.
small_magics: (challenge)
Author: small_magics
Hello again, Isibel's tree!
endragoned: (③ temptation)
Author: endragoned
It is such a lovely tree. Ansharil is pleased with it.
small_magics: (welcome)
Author: small_magics
Best tree.
endragoned: (① from me to me)
Author: endragoned
Indeed it is.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
Anyway.

There was a week that has gone by before she received the time-dilation suggestion, and there are other Bells and a restored Jane to catch up with.

Out of her tree goes Isibel, a bit later, Ansharil on her shoulder.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)
Author: endragoned
He is being small and furry and snuggly. Snuggle snuggle.
small_magics: (Default)
Author: small_magics
He is the best for snuggling, whatever shape he takes. Perhaps unless he decides to experiment with being a porcuipine.

Isibel checks with her various helpers about the events of the world over the past week, and then she asks Jane to ask Lazarus if in a few days he will find it convenient to supervise the addition of another Bonded to their Bond and making sure it does not intrude more than Lycaelon would like.
nonbird: (8. nor little nor a bird)
Author: nonbird
Of course he would.
small_magics: (patient)
Author: small_magics
That is good.