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falling ill

A few months after the business with the chalice, Annie (with a gold engagement stud in one earlobe, now receiving mail at Aldaras's apartment, and thoroughly comfortable with Being Necklaced, to the point where she's helping mold the thing towards more exacting standards for real-world-practical as well as theoretical compatibility) is in bed with some unidentified sort of head cold or flu. Aldaras doesn't have it so far, so she is snuggled under the covers while he makes her spicy soup to help clear her sinuses and because she's having a little trouble with non-liquids. He's worried, she's mostly just groggy. Zzzz.

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"It can look like almost anything. This is mine." Spring touches her necklace.

"Aww, pretty! I think if we go around flying people are going to want to swipe whatever's letting us do it, so we might want to go with something more unobtrusive."

"... Tempted to say 'second earring.'"

"Aww! Yeah, we can make them our wedding earrings. Nobody would guess it, if they match."

"Yeah! Plus, we'd never take them off. So, bonus."

"I'll need you to supply the earrings, but that will do fine," shrugs Prime.

"We have them already, that's how it works is you get them in pairs, we just haven't had our wedding yet. We should invite all our alts! The ones who look like me can pretend to be Chorasmian and go in veils."

"Is there a similar tradition for men in that culture? Because a large portion of us also look exactly the same. Conduit and Revival could probably get away with pretending to be sisters, but I think every other but me will have trouble."