archaeology

[come_midnight]

When Iobel hears about the new world's details, and in particular her new alt's powers, she invites him over. It would have knock-on economic effects that they can't handle if he made everything that pops into her head, but crops that usually have higher yields and have been affected by this year's weather conditions can be added to the palace granary, especially pricey ones they can export or would otherwise have to import. He can make a little well-disguised generator so that they don't have to snake power cables as well as Internet ones into Chamomile through their portals. He can be conducted invisibly to various locations around the country (in a little flying vehicle he makes; she's going through a lot of invisibility scrolls to conserve her binder spells) and induced to add water here and trees there and stone to that quarry and nutrients to that low-quality soil. They are out almost all day doing that, flying high so they can be mistaken for a a bird when the short-lived invisibility wears off. And then they come back and Iobel looks through her notes and starts listing lost hexes and mythical spells.

She wants their charts.

And Cam can make them.

Comments

[come_midnight]

"Nothing good comes to mind. I think we'd probably do without direct comparison if there weren't the enticing Adarin-numbers."

[royal_obligation]

"Enticing Adarin-numbers. I - am flattered? I think?"

[come_midnight]

"If you like. They're just so comparable, is the thing."

[royal_obligation]

"Ha. Do I need to set up an Adarin support group to make wonderfully comparable numbers that are not attached to the inside of someone's head?"

[come_midnight]

"I'm not sure. What's the particular relevance of it being attached to the inside of your head...?"

[royal_obligation]

"It being attached to the inside of my head means that it feels somewhat - personal, when it's brought up. If it weren't, if it were just a number that I was helping to maintain for the sake of you and the other Bells, it's not quite so personal. I and my alts wouldn't feel put on the spot for our head contents."

[come_midnight]

"I still don't get it. If Bells did numbers and were inclined to disclose them about our Adarins we wouldn't mind a bit if you compared them."

[royal_obligation]

"I - am not sure how to explain it, then. I'm sorry."

[come_midnight]

She shrugs, just a little, too cuddled for particularly expressive body language.

[royal_obligation]

That's okay. Edarial will just kiss her forehead, because she is there.

[come_midnight]

Aww.

[royal_obligation]

And then, back to contented snuggling. Unless Iobel desires otherwise.

[come_midnight]

Well, what if she desires kisses?

[royal_obligation]

Then she can have them! Kisses!

[come_midnight]

Yay!

[royal_obligation]

They've gotten a lot done today, so they're entirely free to keep this up for a while. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

[come_midnight]

Yaaaaaaay.

[royal_obligation]

Yay, indeed!

Edarial is politely not up for any sort of marriage consummation, but Iobel can have as many kisses as she likes.

[come_midnight]

She wasn't even going to suggest shucking layers, let alone consummating their marriage.

But if he doesn't kick her out of his room she might fall asleep between kisses.

[royal_obligation]

He is not going to kick her out of his room. He's actually pretty tired, too.

So that's how they end up falling asleep snuggled together, curled up on his bed.

[come_midnight]

Zzzzzzzzz.

Iobel wakes in the morning. As you do. She doesn't get up right away.

[royal_obligation]

And there is Edarial, currently branching out from 'monarch' to a side-job in 'pillow.' A very snuggly pillow.

[come_midnight]

Yaaaaay pillow.

She snuggles up dozily.

[royal_obligation]

And, eventually, the pillow stirs and blinks blearily at her, confused about his new side-job.

[come_midnight]

Yawn. "Morning."