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[dark_light]

In the morning, Isabella does her best to extricate herself without prematurely waking Adarin. They don't need to leave on anything like a tight schedule.

She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.

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[prodigal_miser]

Adarin is sleepily woken. He blinks at her, bleary-eyed, but smiles when he sees her. "G'morning," he mumbles.

[dark_light]

Okay, this works too. Kiss! "Morning."

[prodigal_miser]

Kiss! "You talk in your sleep," he says, groggily. "'scute."

[dark_light]

"I do? What do I say?"

[prodigal_miser]

"Absolute nonsense. S'mthing about a peanut keyboard?"

He yawns; Adarin is not a morning person. This should not surprise Isabella.

[dark_light]

"Huh. Okay. Thanks for saying." She kisses him again and gets up for a stretch.

[prodigal_miser]

"Mhmmm."

Kisses. Sleepy, sleepy kisses. Flop. Back to sleep!

[dark_light]

Isabella (still completely naked, and seeing no reason to change this) fixes breakfast, and while it's cooking, gets her mother on the phone asking about when it would be convenient to visit and bring someone.

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin shows up eventually! He has put on pants. The shirt's missing, apparently he didn't want to retrieve it. He is mildly surprised by Isabella's nakedness, but he has now seen her naked before, so he only smiles a little and looks vaguely appreciative of her body. Then, tea. Glorious tea.

"Good morning, again," he says when he is more lucid and she is not on the phone with her mother.

[dark_light]

"Morning! Ranata expects to be in the vicinity of my hometown all day, we can show up whenever and meet both parents in one go."

[prodigal_miser]

"Sure, that works for me. Would you like to fly there, or shall I teleport us?"

[dark_light]

"It's a few hours from here flying... Ranata doesn't know exactly where I was when I called, so teleportation doesn't leak any particularly interesting magical secrets that she'd have hard time keeping, though."

[prodigal_miser]

"So that's a yes to teleportation? All right. I'll need a bit to scry so I get the location right, but that's faster than flying."

[dark_light]

"Probably a good idea to land somewhere on my clan lands where nobody's looking rather than, say, in Charlie's house."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin gives her an amused and playful, 'Do you really think I would do that' look.

"Darn. There goes my plan to teleport to his doorstep and loudly announce to everyone present that we are super magic and that yesterday we had sex."

[dark_light]

"I actually mention it in large part because my clan lands are warded against, among other things, scrying, and while I don't know if it'll interfere with your offworld magic, it's possible. If you can't see into the clan lands to pick a spot to teleport to, there's a nearby beach that will do."

[prodigal_miser]

"All right," he says. "I'll have to look, then. I've never tested to see if witch wards work against my magic or not."

[dark_light]

"Ranata's warded Charlie's house, too, but it's just the one layer. Everybody in the clan puts a new layer on the lands, so over time, they get to be very heavy-duty wards."

[prodigal_miser]

"Ooo. That's clever. I approve."

[dark_light]

"I haven't done mine yet. Usually it's saved till a little later in life where they're sure of your loyalties."

[prodigal_miser]

"Oh? If you weren't loyal is there something bad you could do, instead?"

[dark_light]

"Yes. I mean, technically there's nothing stopping me from cursing the place or weakening the wards now, but in principle."

[prodigal_miser]

He nods. "Makes sense. I understand why they would wait."

After some totally not subtle checking out of Isabella, he realizes something. "Wait... Witches don't care about nudity. On clan lands I would be extremely embarrassed and focusing on silly things, wouldn't I?"

[dark_light]

"No need to stay long; we can just take off and fly to Charlie's house right away. If you do loiter on clan lands, then yes, eventually you're going to see the queen or one of my distant cousins or some five-year-old girl getting her dagger lessons, running around starclad."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin snorts with laughter. "There might come a time when I just go in blindfolded and get a sign that says, 'Weird mortal, dating this witch, ignore the blindfold' - complete with an arrow pointing to you. Then I'd just let you lead me around and try not to trip over things."

This is obviously not an idea he is going to implement.