Kithabel Mereen Swan (
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delta v over delta t when there is no t
In a bar, there is a girl.
She looks like she has saved up all of her decadent and slothful impulses for a solid decade and is indulging them all at once. She is sprawled on a couch with a book she's only half-reading, and an ice cream sundae, and smiiiiiiling.
She looks like she has saved up all of her decadent and slothful impulses for a solid decade and is indulging them all at once. She is sprawled on a couch with a book she's only half-reading, and an ice cream sundae, and smiiiiiiling.
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Dragons march past Kithabel into their own world.
Kithabel does not find them mesmerizingly beautiful. Pretty, yes, but not mesmerizing.
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Milan does not find any of them mesmerizingly beautiful.
(He plays with some rocks in various intricate ways with a tiny fraction of his attention. Can't start letting himself slide.)
When these dragons start naming their dead Bondmates, Milan explains that the way his magic works means that he needs to do some big impressive things other than resurrections soon, and he's sorry for their loss and will happily do another round if they catch him in Milliways again but doesn't think he can get into resurrecting non-dragons at this time. He brings back ten more dragons and then steps back into the bar. Sirofael goes out to join the crowd.
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Sirofael patiently holds the door open while someone's Bonded listens to the crowd of dragons name their dead Bondmates and argue worriedly over what will happen to the ones who have multiple of those.
Milan observes these proceedings and fake-elven-whispers to Kithabel, "Not that I object to resurrecting a bunch more people, but most of these dead Bondmates are going to have dead friends or family members, who will go on to have dead friends or family members of their own, and I would have preferred to rest on the mysterious-workings-of-my-magic excuse rather than explain to these people that I have to cut them off at a few thousand total unless someone gives me a tour of the country and a solid proposal for how they're going to integrate the sudden population boom."
Meanwhile outside the door:
"No one whose Bondmate went to the Dark is getting them back," says a crimson dragon with a golden tinge.
"Saravasse, you're biased," says a different dragon who happened to be nearby.
"Mine came back from the Dark before he died and I'm still not asking for him," says, apparently, Saravasse. "We're not risking it."
"But she loved me!" says a bereft resurrectee.
"She was your Bonded, that's what Bonded do," sighs Saravasse. "Love does not prevent stupid decisions, unfortunately."
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Kithabel goes and does that: there are only so many dragons here who will have had only so many Bonded, but it does need to be self-contained and since she and Milan are outsiders to the whole Dark situation they're going to let anybody veto anybody else's resurrection requests, e.g. Saravasse's "no Dark" policy seems sound.
Kiaver does not seem to understand why she is being chastened. Was Kithabel under the impression that this sort of partnership would be sustainable without a good solid mutual affection underlying it? It sometimes doesn't work out that well even with.
Kithabel is annoyed. But she collects the list for Milan to fulfill far enough away from the door that its timeflow doesn't affect his momentum.
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"We're testing this," says Saravasse firmly. "Atuona, go ask the nice man for your first five Bondmates."
Atuona goes to Milan and names five individuals.
"Sure," says Milan. He turns up and concentrates. Two elves and three humans appear, confused.
"Well, none of you are dropping dead again immediately, that's a good sign," says Saravasse.
"Saravasse," grumbles Atuona. She retrieves her resurrected Bondmates to explain what's going on and check that they're all definitely okay. It comes out that not all of them are currently her Bondmates. Apparently only one example of each type of magic may be Bonded to a particular dragon at a time, and priority goes to whoever happens to be resurrected first.
Some dragons start frantically prioritizing. Others decide they don't need their entire list of dead Bondmates; some decide that actually maybe they could use a few more if this is how it's going to work out. The overworked secretary has to scrap his whole list and start over.
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He stops. He pauses noticeably.
Then he says, "I was going to say that we can wait around and see if there's anyone we want to try out for a long apprenticeship as our junior sorcerer and then once we know them well enough we vampire them, wait until they find a mate, and dragon the mate and see if that works since at least one magical love thing will already have cleared the connection, but actually there's a much shorter route to a similar setup."
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"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
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"I haven't resurrected any Bondmates for you in particular, have I?" says Milan.
"No, does that matter?"
"It might," says Milan.
"Okay then, um, um, her name was Elora Carter and she was a Wildmage from Ysterialpoerin—"
There appears a Wildmage. She, like so many others today, is confused.
"Hello just a minute I can explain everything but first the resurrection man wants to try something," says Sirofael.
"Any cosmetic preferences for your human form?" says Milan.
"Oh, well, I guess I want hair the colour of my scales and I want to keep my eye colour, since you're asking..."
Sirofael turns into a human. She is tall and has long pale lavender hair and black eyes. She looks very pretty, particularly to Elora.
"Oh, how do you balance," she complains, wobbling on her insufficient quantity of feet. (Elora catches her.) "Have I been human for long enough, can I turn back now?"
"Are you still Bonded?"
"Yes, definitely," says Sirofael.
"I have no idea what's going on," says Elora.
"Please make me a dragon again," says Sirofael. "This feels very weird. Elora, do some magic to show you're still my Bonded."
Elora sighs and looks around and pours out a bit of salt from a saltshaker on a nearby table and grows a grain of it into a block of salt the size of her head.
"I'll trust you that that's appropriate evidence," says Milan, and then Sirofael is once again a dragon. Sirofael and Elora go back out the door where the least bewildered of Atuona's resurrected Bondmates is holding it.
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