deepest_magic | the golden age

When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.

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deepest_magic

"And I still think it's going to be kind of weird but perhaps not prohibitively weird. Um, the part you probably figured out was that I think you - the part I said out loud actually was that you look nice in your armor and I am guessing you figured out that it was in like a 'I find you attractive' way."

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neverbeatme

"Yeah, I caught on to that part."

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deepest_magic

"On the other hand, I barely remember what other humans besides us look like. And I don't think I'm actually quite bisexual? Because I have old notes about how pretty nymphs are and the notes are very much 'maybe I will be that pretty if I grow out my hair and get all willowy when I am taller' with no hint of anything else and that hasn't changed since. And nothing else around is human-looking enough, at least so far. And I have nothing written about you like that at all up until this morning. So I don't know how much of it is - anything you should find personally flattering?"

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neverbeatme

"I think I find it a little personally flattering regardless. The fact that you might not find me attractive if you were well supplied with Sons of Adam doesn't mean you don't, you know?"

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deepest_magic

"Yeah. Anyway, I don't think I'm actually quite not bisexual, either. I don't remember if there's a word for that."

From:

neverbeatme

"I'm not sure either. You could make up a word if you wanted a word," she suggests.

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deepest_magic

"Maybe I will. Anyway, so there's that, and - yeah."

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neverbeatme

"Okay. Well - I think nymphs are pretty. Not in an 'if I grew my hair out' way. I haven't spent much time evaluating whether I think you're pretty, but... I could. The two of us being the only humans around, and all. It seems reasonable."

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deepest_magic

Isabella nods, smiling a little.

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neverbeatme

James smiles back.

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deepest_magic

"So - let me know?"

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neverbeatme

"Yeah."

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deepest_magic

Isabella smiles and then goes off to find something else to do.

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neverbeatme

And James goes back to her practicing.

And when she's done with that, she cleans up and finds somewhere to sit and play with her puzzle while she thinks.

It's... inconclusive.

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deepest_magic

Isabella occupies herself finding a tree that she may politely shoot at (some trees would take exception), clearing the area around it, and then shooting at it. The bow is helpful, but she's still making meaningful progress.

She turns up to lunch.

From:

neverbeatme

So does James.

"Hi."

From:

deepest_magic

"Hi. I'm a pretty good shot with this thing, turns out."

From:

neverbeatme

"Well, you do have help. Still, congratulations."

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deepest_magic

"Yeah, two entire magic objects are helping me, but what I mean is that if we have an emergency for which I need to shoot at things tomorrow, I could shoot at things."