picknicking

[dark_light]

There's something unutterably pleasant about landing in a bit of woods in the middle of Nowhere, Manitoba, removing a sandwich and an apple from her backpack and having a picnic before she's ready to move on. She could eat in midair, but it makes it too likely that she'll drop something and find it unrecoverable.

Path's on her knee, and her cloudpine is propped up against the tree next to her.

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[dark_light]

Isabella grins, and picks up the first rock, and starts speaking over it.

The spell isn't English, but his spell will pick up the meaning - it scans and rhymes prettily, in the original:

"Segaard Oskei's light I call,
Brightness for me to see by,
Shine from that which I hold."

The rock starts to glow with an intense, warm yellow light.

"Sunshine," says Isabella. "That's the brightest version, and the most commonly used."

[prodigal_miser]

"Pretty," he pronounces, smiling at it. "I doubt this spell's anything secretive, but I do feel I should warn you; the translation spell I understood - most of that, I missed part of the first bit."

[dark_light]

"That's fine, the language isn't anything like a well-kept secret. I haven't bothered to learn it because writing spells in English works just as well, but I could if I wanted and so could you."

She picks up the second rock. The first line is slightly modified to accommodate the syllable change:

"Kas Petaal, it's your light I call,
Brightness for me to see by,
Shine from that which I hold."

This rock does, to all appearances, absolutely nothing.

She puts it down and repeats the procedure:

"Evisa Iannakara's light, come..." (The rock shines, like a firefly, faintly bluish and organic in character, not nearly as bright as the first.)

"Yambe Akka's light I call..." (The rock is speckled with faint yet attractive dots of starry light.)

"Farakhel Nimah's light, come here..." (The rock behaves like the waxing moon, a sliver of glow expanding until it covers the rest of the rock - and then it goes out.)

"Amariah Lytess's light is summoned..." (The rock lights up with gentle silvery moonglow and holds steady.)

"Memma Belir's light I call..." (This one is the reverse of Farakhel Nimah's; it starts like Amariah Lytess's and then slides into darkness.)

[prodigal_miser]

Watching and listening with fascination, Adarin notes all of these effects. The translation spell is incredibly helpful, here - he likes understanding everything that's going on. Once Isabella's finished with the demonstration, he grins, looking pleased and impressed.

"The first one's probably the most practical, but the others are extremely pretty. Does the effect last indefinitely, or do they eventually go out on their own?"

[dark_light]

"This will wear off unless I dunk the rocks in a potion. Do you want a glowy rock?"

[prodigal_miser]

He snickers. "I think so, yes. Not for any practical purpose, I can just make lights myself, but none of those are quite this pretty."

[dark_light]

"Do you want all the ones that still have light on them or just one or what?"

[prodigal_miser]

"Hmm. Just one, I think."

He motions to the silvery moonglow one. Amariah Lytess' light - Vern is looking like she's trying very hard not to laugh.

[dark_light]

Path catches Vernaia's eye again and blinks slowly.

Isabella scoops up the moonlight rock. "All right. You can watch me mix up the potion if you want."

[prodigal_miser]

She gives Path an amused, somewhat expectant glance right back. What, do you want him to write a letter? This is more fun.

"I'd love to, though I'm not sure if much is involved in the creation of the potion," says Adarin.

[dark_light]

"It's not complicated." She takes the rock inside and gets a little bowl. She mixes one part each vinegar and orange juice with a drop of rosewater and sprinkles oregano on it, drops the rock into the result, and then dumps the whole thing out in the sink, catching the still-glowing rock before it rolls down the drain and rinsing it before handing it over.

[prodigal_miser]

He watches with interest, happy that him being silly and wanting a glowing rock isn't going to cost her much in particular. Adarin takes the rock and pockets it, smiling faintly.

"It's still interesting. Thank you, by the way."

[dark_light]

"You're welcome! If I'd expected you to keep one I might have sought a prettier rock..."

[prodigal_miser]

"I think it's pretty all by itself," he declares loftily, loyal to his rock.

[dark_light]

"A chunk of quartz would've turned out nicer. Oh well. It's three lines of verse, I can do another rock for you if you encounter another rock you think would look nice doing an impression of the full moon."

[prodigal_miser]

"Aw, thank you. At this rate... We're going to become magic rock collectors, you realize."

[dark_light]

"I don't suppose you can make a bag hold an arbitrary amount of stuff without weighing more."

[prodigal_miser]

"I'm afraid not. I could put a portal in a bag and have it connect to a storage space, though. Not quite the same thing, but it could work. Why?"

[dark_light]

"...I want a portal bag. I want a portal bag very much."

[prodigal_miser]

He laughs. "I will add it to the ever-growing list of magical things to do when I can safely. Do you want it sooner but only able to work within this plane, or a little later and able to work wherever?"

[dark_light]

"Later. I'm not accumulating objects that fast."

[prodigal_miser]

"Alright. Do you have a spot in mind for the portal bag to connect to, or is this just a general desire?"

[dark_light]

"I'll scope out what the alethiometer can give me when I ask it for claimable random landspace. Maybe I'll have a house in it."

[prodigal_miser]

"Works for me. Do you have a specific kind of location in mind, or do you just want something no one else has claim to?"

[dark_light]

"If I got to design the place instead of scavenging I'd want nice weather, no close geographical proximity to any witch clan's lands, and - how big do portals get? Could you drive a truck through one? That'll affect if I want to be near a city."