Let's Do The Space Warp Again

[iamnotpolaris]

'Guided random' selected, parameters recalibrated, universe selection initiated.
What's on the other side now?

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[not_only]

"Yes, I was thinking something like that," says Sivath. "Let's go find somewhere else to be."

[endragoned]

(Hug. Cozy gentle hug.)

[whatamithinking]

Hug.
...Winghugs are nice. She's missed this, a little. She hasn't had winghugs from anyone since the last time she saw Warren.

[endragoned]

Well, now she has plenty of winghugs.

Hugs are good and cozy and it feels only natural to share more of his thoughts with her when the goodness and coziness are such a big part of them. In fact, in the part of his mind dealing with this body's experiences, it's pretty much just nice cozy feelings and a lot of underlying awarenesses—awareness that she is probably fragile and he should be careful not to hug her too hard or accidentally gouge her with his talons; awareness that the other half of him is sitting and enjoying a companionable silence with Saravasse; awareness that with his magic he could read Edie's biology and find out things about her like what foods are good or bad for her to eat.

[whatamithinking]

Oh, that feels nice.

Food is good. She doesn't have any allergies, but there are certain things she won't eat for religious/cultural reasons. He can certainly have a look at her biology.

The last world she visited had some interesting magic. Would he also like winghugs?

[endragoned]

More wings in these winghugs sound like fun!

Also: here is what Edie looks like to his magic. There's a lot of detail about metabolic processes, which he interprets with the ease of long practice, and also some interesting novelties in the way her genetic material is organized that he suspects have something to do with her mental powers. But he's not focusing on genes right now; he's learning how her body will react to various possible forms of nourishment. There are no surprises regarding which of the island's life forms she will and will not find toxic, but now he knows enough to design a fruit that would be exactly perfect for her.

[whatamithinking]

Oh. That would be lovely.

Edie will have to momentarily detach from the hug in order to grab, unmini and attach her wings.

[endragoned]

Well, she can do that and he can think about the design of this plant.

[whatamithinking]

Okay, she left the bag over there...and the wings were in this compartment. Unmini! Pull her braid out of the way! Attach!

Luxuriate in stretching the new limbs. Mm, wings.

[endragoned]

Feathers! They are pretty and look nice on her.

[whatamithinking]

That's why she picked 'em! She hadn't even thought about the tactile benefits until she put 'em on for the first time.

More winghugs?

[endragoned]

More winghugs!

He folds his wings and hugs her. (Two-way winghugs are sadly impractical.)

[whatamithinking]

Okay, but if she puts her wings like this, and he puts his like that...

Huh. Wings sure do take up more space than arms do, don't they. Okay, so that wouldn't work. She wraps him in feathers.

[endragoned]

Hugs! Cozy feathery hugs! And incidentally, fruit tree design.

[whatamithinking]

Fruit tree design, apparently.

Edie is not going to kibitz on purpose but her shields are down enough that it will probably leak through that her favorite color is blue.

[endragoned]

In that case, she can certainly have a blue fruit. Blue is a nice colour.

[whatamithinking]

It really is. Edie will be perfectly content to stand here wingsnuggling him reasonably indefinitely, her thoughts a warm content haze.

[endragoned]

It is very cozy and nice. Winghugs are good.

But after a few minutes, he decides he wants to make this fruit. He carefully disentangles himself, and picks a fruit from the nearest tree, and extracts a seed from it and eats the rest, and then he sits down on the ground. Edie is welcome to sit with him if she likes. ('With him' implicitly includes, but is not at all limited to, 'in his lap'.)

[whatamithinking]

...Okay, actually being in his lap while he's not wearing any pants would be, um. A thing in a category that she has not yet decided to do.

[endragoned]

Well, then, she can not do that. Unless she decides to. In the meantime he will be designing this tree, and showing her the process because why not.

He is very well practiced with this sort of thing. The feedback he gets from his magic is immensely complex, but he sorts through it like it's second nature, building a picture in his mind of the tree this seed will become and then seeing how the picture changes when he changes the seed.

As promised, the fruit will be blue. He plays around very freely with the rest of the design. Perhaps it will be clusters of berries sprouting from slender twigs, or perhaps round plumlike fruit hanging from graceful arching branches, or perhaps the whole tree will have a sort of spiral to it - yes, that's interesting, he likes that. Spirals in the roots, spirals in the grain of the bark, spirals in the internal structure, and branches flowing naturally from those spirals to curve around the outside of the tree, angled upward at first but bending with the weight of their fruit. It's very pretty. Does she like it?

[whatamithinking]

It's gorgeous.

[endragoned]

Oh good.

[whatamithinking]

And that is some fantastically impressive genetic work, wow.

[endragoned]

He has practice.

[whatamithinking]

It is gorgeous practice. She has rarely seen a lovelier biome.