the golden age

[deepest_magic]

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]

So she'd have to go around him. And might step on him or something, which is a guaranteed disaster however loud he's being. Can the ring do a detour...? She rubs the knotwork under her thumb. Do you have another idea, ring?

[pythbox]

Apparently the current best route is definitely right past Winter, and it is not a very good route at that. The ring seems almost apologetic.

[deepest_magic]

It is not a very good route. Damn it, Winter, why can't your emotional incontinence lead to tactical incompetence? She shifts her weight, sends another ring-hug.

[neverbeatme]

Ring-hug immediately returned.

[deepest_magic]

"She can find me. She will. You'll probably like the results better if I've had some cordial when she gets here."

[jackfrostbite]

"Aslan's creature," he snarls. "Still knows how to threaten. Much good may it do you. Shall I sprout wings and fly you to Cair Paravel next?"

[deepest_magic]

"I don't know, maybe if you stabbed yourself in the shoulders enough you could make ice wings, I don't know what you are."

[jackfrostbite]

"Cursed!" he spits. "Damned! To live forever in unbearable suffering! I cannot, I cannot!" And he breaks down crying again.

[deepest_magic]

She hasn't tried to walk without her scepter in a very long time. Slowly, she stands up. She puts her hood up all the way over her face (no light to even worry about blocking), winces silently at the frozen spot on her hand that she accidentally aggravates moving her hand. Draws her cloak completely around herself.

Follows the ring. Tiptoe by soft careful tiptoe.

[jackfrostbite]

There is an obstruction in her path. A weeping obstruction.

As soon as she touches him, he lets out an agonized wail and cringes away.

[deepest_magic]

She flinches back, trips. How narrow is this tunnel? She tries to find the wall.

[jackfrostbite]

Not very narrow where she's standing - no walls within easy reach.

Winter's crying may be winding down, or just experiencing a temporary lull.

[deepest_magic]

She shuffles perpendicular from Winter, trying to find a wall to follow in his direction and hug on her way out.

[jackfrostbite]

Crying, crying. Quieter crying.

The wall she eventually touches is rough and uneven, much like the floor over which she walks.

Quieter crying. Silence.

[deepest_magic]

Cloak wrapped around her hand, she follows the wall -

She stops when he stops crying.

[jackfrostbite]

Sniffle.

[deepest_magic]

Isabella doesn't say anything. Right now he may not know exactly where she is, which might be useful, and if he starts crying again she can shuffle forward again.

[jackfrostbite]

"Sit down," he says tiredly, "you're only going to hurt yourself."

[deepest_magic]

She sits, leaning against the wall.

[jackfrostbite]

"How far do you expect to get even if you did manage to climb over me without my noticing? These tunnels will bear no light, most of them. You don't know how to find a door, or how to open one if you could. And that's if you don't get hopelessly lost or trip on the floor and break your skull."

[deepest_magic]

"James will find me."

[jackfrostbite]

"You seem very sure of that."

[deepest_magic]

"Are you not? You want her to find us and if you thought she'd have trouble with it we wouldn't be down here."

[jackfrostbite]

"There are a lot of places I could have brought you that aren't a lightless dead-end tunnel with a secret entrance if I wanted to be found while I was still in the middle of deciding whether or not to kill you," says Winter.

[deepest_magic]

Oh.

Isabella wraps up a little snugger in her cloak.

Ring hugs.