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[alicornucopia]

In Paraasilan, Esmaar, a pair of roommates are about to break a rule that, compared to the one about running in the corridors or even the one about unlicensed teleportation, is there for a good reason.

In unison, they complete their shared spell.

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with Adarin (Aestrix)

with Ekador (kappa)

with Brilliance (kappa)

with the admin (kappa)

with Teah (kappa)

with Katran (lambda)

with Hall (kappa)

with Joy (kappa)

with Kalinda (Christy Hotwater)

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[pyrophyte]

"Thank you."

[alicornucopia]

"You're welcome. Nemaar will be out of class pretty soon and then one of us can go get him," she adds.

[pyrophyte]

"Very well. Accepting the premise that I am not going to be let out of the circle, is there any chance of passing one of those chairs in?"

[alicornucopia]

Korulen shakes her head. "We could send you stuff, but not pass things physically through the ward in either direction apart from air. And sending you stuff would mean drawing another diagram and it'd take longer than you're even going to be here."

[pyrophyte]

"Well, it was a thought," he murmurs.

He takes the block of wood out of his pocket again and studies it thoughtfully, glancing up at the time spell every few - splits.

[alicornucopia]

"I'm Saasnil, by the way, and that's Korulen," says the human.

[pyrophyte]

"Ekador," he says, looking up at her when she speaks. "Not entirely pleased to meet you, under the circumstances."

[alicornucopia]

"Sorry," says Korulen sheepishly.

[pyrophyte]

He smiles briefly. "Well, that's something."

And back to contemplating his block of wood.

[alicornucopia]

After the time spell turns over to some key number, Saasnil scampers out of the room. She comes back with a child who looks rather like a humanoid lion, complete with tail.

"I told you," she tells him.

[pyrophyte]

Ekador is... mildly surprised by the humanoid lion.

But only mildly.

[alicornucopia]

The humanoid lion knocks on the ward, and reads the chalk lines. "Huh," he says. "Your roommate was in on it?"

"You know I don't have the CC for it," says Saasnil.

"...Huh?" asks the boy.

"We had to co-cast."

"How're you going to send him back, then?" asks the humanoid lion. Who may be presumed to be called Nemaar.

Korulen goes white as a sheet.

[pyrophyte]

"...Do explain," says Ekador.

[alicornucopia]

"Y-you can't co-cast a reversal," stammers Korulen. "And neither of us has the CC for this spell by ourselves.'

[pyrophyte]

"Which I presume," says Ekador, "means that I will be stuck here for rather longer than two degrees?"

[alicornucopia]

Korulen nods, still pale.

"They're gonna expel me," whimpers Saasnil. "Probably not you but definitely me."

[pyrophyte]

"Perhaps," Ekador suggests dryly, "you will find it a valuable lesson in considering the possible consequences of your actions before taking them."

[alicornucopia]

"B-but if they expel me I'll never be a proper wizard and I won't be able to get a good job and what will I do what about my family they pooled house money for my tuition -" babbles Saasnil.

"They won't expel you. If they expel you you can't learn to get a familiar, that's the thing they'll have us do is get familiars, me first but you're backup in case it doesn't do enough," says Korulen grimly.

[pyrophyte]

"At what stage in this process will I be able to sit down on something other than the floor?"

[alicornucopia]

"That probably depends on whether Mom clears you to leave the circle or not. You're not going to murder us, are you?" Korulen asks dubiously.

[pyrophyte]

"I am not going to murder you," he assures her.

[alicornucopia]

"Then she'll let you out. But first I have to tell her. She's going to be so furious..."

"There has to be some other way. Can't we just send him back?" asks Saasnil. "And not have to tell anybody?"

"No - you can only send native creatures."

[pyrophyte]

Ekador observes their conversation.

[alicornucopia]

"But you're smart," wheedles Saasnil, "you could invent a way to co-cast a reversal and we could -"

"We can't. I have to tell Mom. I just need a degree to work up the nerve, okay?"

"I'm out of here," says Nemaar, shaking his head, and he lets himself out.

[pyrophyte]

There doesn't seem to be much value in hurrying them. Ekador ponders his block of wood. He was going to shape blessing symbols out of it, to be subsequently arranged on a string and tied into his hair, but now he has the more immediate practical problem of wanting to sit somewhere comfortable. Surely there is some way to design a structurally stable chair or stool that could be made out of this much wood. He just needs to apply more ingenuity.