small_magics | how are you feeling?

Arianna grins. A dragon's grin can be somewhat alarming.

"You should definitely mint me."

"I have some little hesitation on the matter - it is inconvenient to undo and in the right person affords considerable power. Your minted alt is in the employ of one of mine, but I do not know your own plans."

"What plans?" says Arianna. "I'm a dragon. I'm going to... dragon."

"Presumably, you will dragon, yes," says Sarion. "The fact that you have a likely potential Bonded wandering about also warrants some caution. One of him works alongside your aforementioned alt and is reasonably harmless. Another has a list of crimes that would be longer than you are even if it were written in fine print. I do not know which sort the local is."

Arianna snorts. "Go bother him about his plans, then. I want minting."

She bounces a little on her four taloned feet. The ground only trembles very slightly.

"Your templates are pretty thoroughly paired," Glass says. "If you're saying you can just avoid him, that's going to take more work than it would if he were just some guy, and I'm not sure if it would work anyway even if we wish up a bubble enforcing sufficient distance. Template attractors have produced ridiculous improbabilities before. One person we know spontaneously developed the tendency to uncontrollably teleport between worlds specifically because his template requires its constituents to undergo more suffering than he was going to get where he was from."

"...So you're saying I'm just going to Bond to this guy, and there's nothing I can do about it?" says Arianna, peering suspiciously at Glass. "In that case, definitely go bother him! Bother him right away!"

"I can't guarantee you are, I just can't promise to keep him out of the way as effectively as I could promise to keep..." She points at a random rock. "That rock, out of the way. Elspeth?"

Elspeth laughs and teleports to the Sandy-elf.

The Sandy-elf is sitting on a tree stump with a small piece of wood and a tiny knife, carving something. He doesn't seem to notice Elspeth's arrival at all.

Elspeth has lots of little tricks. Rather than say something and startle him, she just...

Advertises her presence.

Intent on his carving, he still doesn't acknowledge her presence. A long thin curl of wood comes away from the piece; he inhales, flicks the shaving off onto the ground, exhales, studies the result, and looks up.

"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."

Elspeth grins. "I See you too." (This is who she is and why she's here -)

The elf stares.

Elspeth tucks some of her hair behind her ear and smiles.

He eyes her rather as though he is afraid she might eat him.

"I won't hurt you."

"That... makes good hearing," he says cautiously. "Um. My name is Sandalon."

"And you already know who I am," replies Elspeth.

Which apparently leaves him at something of a conversational loss.

"I can just go try telling Sarion that you won't mess up her world if given the chance, and see if it comes out all sparkly-true," says Elspeth, "but that's more likely to produce conclusive results if you give me some information to work with. I can only produce sourceless truth on an unreliable basis."

"Um," says Sandalon. "I... don't know what to tell you."

Elspeth taps her chin. "Not asking elves questions is hard," she comments.

"It comes easier with practice," he murmurs.

"Probably. I haven't had much. Isibel doesn't mind being asked questions and she doesn't bring any of her elf friends to parties."

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