how are you feeling?

[small_magics]

[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]

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[mind_game]

[Well, she can presumably think up something generic if nobody has a better idea. Oh well.]

[Hey Tonies and Sherlocks! There are alts of you both on Thilanushinyel. They're dragons.] Insert explanation of dragon egg thing here.

[pythbox]

There is a brief explosion of inter-template conferencing.

When the dust settles, the conclusion is: the Tonies have no idea what to do about a new one of them without any obviously recognizable reference points, and the Sherlocks think that someone with dense information output like Sue or Elspeth should give their dragon alt a crash course.

[mind_game]

[Okay!]

[Nobody knows what to do except maybe send Sue or Elspeth to pour a lot of information into the Sherlock dragon,] Jane reports. [Maybe the Sherlock dragon will have an idea what to do with the other four.]

[small_magics]

[Is Elspeth available?]

[her_imperial_radiance]

She is!

And here she is.

"Should I just appear directly to the Sherlock dragon?" she inquires.

[small_magics]

"Let me see -"

Is said Sherlock dragon alone now?

[pythbox]

No. She is with the Tony dragon.

[small_magics]

Isibel gets Jane to ask the Tonies if they think their dragon alt would be alarmed by Elspeth appearing to talk to the Sherlocks' dragon alt.

[pythbox]

The Tonies come to a consensus of "Not if Sherlock wasn't."

The Sherlocks come to a consensus of "Try it and see."

[small_magics]

"Proceed."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth nods, and teleports, and gets started.

She's friendly (Isibel sent her) (there is such a lot to say, she's good at saying things) -

[pythbox]

The dragons are startled. A startled dragon is quite a sight.

They calm down soon enough, though.

[her_imperial_radiance]

There are many worlds (that's where Elspeth's from) (that's where Isibel gets all her unheard-of magic) (that's why she's talking to them - worlds have copies of personalities - their alts (alts are this thing (Elspeth is the daughter of an Isibel alt, herself)) thought this would be a good way to summarize things.) Alts are not always the same species (none of theirs are dragons (many worlds don't even have dragons) (Isibel's dragon has alts who aren't dragons, too)) and only usually have similar names. Both of them are common templates, second only to Isibel's, and Isibel's dragon's (and those directly attached to them such as Isibel's parents) (and attached templates aren't always friendly; there is in particular a problematic one attached to Tonies, but Isibel will be happy to take care of him if one here makes himself known, though she does not expect one in this case).

[pythbox]

"Whoa," says the patchy red-and-gold dragon.

"Hmm," says the cloudy grey dragon whose scales glitter slightly up close. She arches her neck to peer down at Elspeth. "You're interesting. Do you have magic that makes you particularly believable?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Yes. It expanded into being able to communicate very rapidly. It only works on true things."

[pythbox]

"I only have your word for that," the grey dragon points out reasonably.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"You would only have anyone else's word on it, too, if I brought them in to corroborate me," Elspeth points out. "Whose word on it would you like?"

[pythbox]

She thinks about it, curling her long scaly tail around herself where she sits.

Then she says, "Isibel Sarion. And Kareta's son."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth tilts her head, and calls up Sarion, and also Liselen: [Liselen, Sherlock-dragon doesn't buy it that I can only say true things, can you come confirm for her?]

[small_magics]

Isibel appears.

"Hello. I can confirm that Elspeth's magic does not cooperate with her on the vanishingly infrequent occasions she utters falsehoods."

[pythbox]

"Thank you," says the glittery grey dragon.

Liselen appears.

"Hi!" he says. "Elspeth is unicorn-approved, promise." He prances up beside her and leans his shoulder on her a little.

"All right, I'm convinced," the grey dragon admits.

"Sherial," the other one exclaims, "you just made important people come here and tell us things! Why did you do that?"

"Well, presumably, if this person is here telling us things - " she points a single large claw at Elspeth " - then they're important things and it matters whether or not we believe them. And if she was here telling us nonsensical lies, I'd think the Bonded and the unicorns should be the first people to know, wouldn't you?"

"I guess," says the red-gold dragon.

[small_magics]

"I do not mind in the least," laughs Isibel. "I have some responsibility for you, after all, and your alts are friends of my friends. I would have come to speak to you myself if it were not more efficient for Elspeth to do so. I would have your advice on approaching the other three from your - batch, as their alts did not have particular advice."

[pythbox]

Sherial nudges the red-gold dragon with her foot. "Go find Elasirae," she says. "Tell him there's something interesting and he should come here."

"Okay," says the red-gold dragon, and she takes off.

[small_magics]

"Thank you." She sneaks a quick glance at Elasirae to confirm that the name matches the dragon she guesses - "His alt is already in this world, if it would be useful to have him present."

[pythbox]

"He might as well come here too," says Sherial. "Is he very enthusiastic about magic? They can be enthusiastic about magic together."