jovahs_heiress | all that remains is you

It has been a couple of months now since the wedding, since the revelation about Jovah. Isabella has been busy. She is not as overt as some of her counterparts. It is not now impossible on Samaria to commit crimes of violence, for example - although anyone who gets going with one will tend to feel a sensation of being watched, and this is enough to noticeably ding reports of such misbehavior.

She's been noticed.

Linus has been calling all of the changes, collectively - because once one or two got overt attention the others were plain as day - "Jovah's hand moving among us".

Isabella is all right with the ship getting credit for her handiwork. It will be more accepted that way. No one riots over the god choosing to peer closely at them if they raise their hands to strike; no one theorizes about the appropriateness of meddling in the natural processes of things like childbirth when they believe Jovah is the active party.

Meanwhile she shadows Delilah. She makes routine visits to Monteverde to talk with Linus about this or that. (She can bring Micaiah, now that they're married.)

She gets steadily more pregnant. The heaviness is no burden to an angel, but it is somewhat physically awkward to be so bulky. She works around it. She's going to have a baby, and she just glows with it.

And, one day, for the first time since before the wedding, she finds Milliways in her and Micaiah's guest room in Monteverde.

"Oh, here it is, I was wondering when it would come by again," Isabella says.

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pythbox

"Is she one of the same sorts of people?" he asks softly, glancing between the stranger and Isabella.

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jovahs_heiress

"Yes. That's Shell Bell and her girlfriend Sherlock. In here we have nicknames, since our real names are all a lot alike, and that's hers. I just go by Angela," says Angela. "Hello, Shell Bell! Hi, Sherlock!"

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she_sells_seashells

"Hi, Angela!" says Shell Bell. "Who's that?"

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jovahs_heiress

"This is my brother-in-law, Nathaniel."

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pythbox

"Hello, Shell Bell," Nathaniel says quietly. "Hello, Sherlock."

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arenaria

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she_sells_seashells

"Hi."

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sicaria

Sherlock... goes still.

She was already not moving a lot; now she is not moving.

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pythbox

Nathaniel flinches and edges sideways to put Angela's wing between himself and Sherlock.

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she_sells_seashells

"It's nice to meet you," adds Shell Bell politely.

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jovahs_heiress

"I take it your project hasn't worked out, or I would've seen you before now," says Angela.

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she_sells_seashells

"Yeah, not even the new ones can do it," says Shell Bell. "We'll have to think of something else or make do with Milliways alone."

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pythbox

Nathaniel continues to hide, silently, behind Angela's wing.

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jovahs_heiress

"Nathaniel, are you okay?" asks Angela. "Do you want to go home? If you go out the door it'll be right when we came in and I'll be along in a second."

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pythbox

He doesn't say anything, but he does glance at the door.

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jovahs_heiress

"You can go or stay, either one. One of the ways that this place is magical is that if you leave before me, I can still stay as long as I like and you won't have to wait more than a second."

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pythbox

"I don't want to be rude," he says softly.

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arenaria

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jovahs_heiress

"People come and go as they like, insofar as they can," says Angela. "Although, if you leave, there's no guarantee you'll find a door again any time soon."