familial

[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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[dark_light]

Isabella nods.

"Family resemblance?" she teases softly.

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin chuckles. "Yeah, a bit."

[dark_light]

"You aren't that much alike from what little I've seen of her otherwise, though. And you are my favorite." Snuggle.

[prodigal_miser]

Snuggle! "We have some more similarities, but some of them are pretty subtle. I'm quite glad I'm your favorite, though. Otherwise I would pout, and that would be terrible."

[dark_light]

"Awwwww. Don't pout, I love you and I'm about as far as 'comfortably tolerant' of her."

[prodigal_miser]

He giggles. "Hurray! In that case, I won't pout."

[dark_light]

Nuzzle. "Good."

[headunbowed]

Someone's been eavesdropping. Not that she'll use it for anything, but her brother's not the only one who's paranoid. Isabella still meets with tentative approval, but of course that can change.

As if she hadn't been ready to go in three seconds flat, she emerges from the foliage.

"Alright, lovebirds, I'm ready to go."

[dark_light]

Isabella sits on her cloudpine again (why walk and risk falling?) and waves Adarin onto it. "Next stop your house? You're going to have to direct me, I still don't know my way around here well."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin joins her! "Possibly find your mother first. I'm going to take the wild guess that 'ana won't be able to get to the portal easily on her own. We might need to solicit a ride."

[headunbowed]

"It's really far away, isn't it. Ugh, walking."

[dark_light]

"Ranata will give you a lift," says Isabella. "I'd offer to squeeze you on mine, but I'm afraid somebody would fall off."

[headunbowed]

"Thanks," she says.

[prodigal_miser]

"Will your mother react strangely to 'ana not having a daemon?"

[dark_light]

"She knew what to expect - she might be sort of uncomfortable, but not enough to be rude, I imagine."

[prodigal_miser]

"Hm, alright. That's a problem that will solve itself well enough in time, considering the circumstances. Shall we go find her? Do you need me to scry?"

He is hoping she is not starclad. While he's sure Isabella got her good looks from somewhere, seeing his girlfriend's mother naked is not a thing he wants. Eternal youth or no... ick.

[dark_light]

"Let's see if we can spot her from the air; if not, yeah, scrying."

Ranata, mercifully, is wearing her silks and near enough to be just visible from above the planty maze. Isabella collects her and awaits directions to Adarin's house.

[prodigal_miser]

Directions are given! Off they go, back to the night portion of the world, Adarin's sister in tow. Whee!

[kindestgarden]

(Ranata is pretty uncomfortable with a soulless zombie sharing her cloud-pine, but she is graceful about it.)

[headunbowed]

(Zeviana turns out to enjoy flying. She bursts out into delighted laughter when they go up. That may or may not help with 'soulless zombie' status.)

[dark_light]

Eventually they arrive.

Before landing, Isabella circles the house, looking for the attempted or the successful daemon-snatchers if they should be lurking. Just because there are no daemons here doesn't mean that people who commit atrocities are safe.

That might be Enathira. Isabella glances at Adarin to gauge his reaction.

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin's eyes narrow, a little, but she can probably tell that he is trying very hard not to react. He doesn't call attention to her, or mention her in any way. Someone who didn't know him might not notice much of a change at all.

[headunbowed]

But there is someone who knows him extremely well. She's noticed. A description isn't necessary when there's an equivalent of a neon sign hanging over her brother's head.

"Excuse me, Ranata, right? Could you put me down? There's a thing I need to do."

[kindestgarden]

"Oh? Sure."

Ranata lands.

[headunbowed]

Zeviana gets off the cloudpine. She heads towards Enathira. There is nothing friendly about her stance. Nothing at all. She is in business mode, and her brother's the merciful one.