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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[neverbeatme]

"Lissa," breathes Lissa, reaching up to put her hands on either side of Sherial's glittery grey jaw.

[pythbox]

"I'm Sherial."

They gaze at each other for a moment longer; then Sherial blinks and tucks her wings tightly against her sides.

[neverbeatme]

Lissa grins and hugs Sherial around her long snaky neck.

Then she asks Glass, over her shoulder, "I'm what?"

[thaumobabble]

"You," accuses Glass, "are shiny. I have seen it once before and I still don't know what it means. You're not as shiny as the other person, though..."

[neverbeatme]

She unhugs her Bonded, but keeps a hand on Sherial's neck as she turns to face Glass properly.

"Define 'shiny'."

[thaumobabble]

"I can see metacausality - I can tell what template someone is by looking and stuff like that - and there is something about you that I'm seeing, have seen on one other person who wasn't a template from another world, and have no idea what it means. Except that it involves you being attached to this world particularly."

[neverbeatme]

"Well, if you figure out anything else about it, do let me know," she says. "Can I have some of that magic you were handing out earlier?"

[thaumobabble]

"Minting? Yeah, Libbies are safe to mint and you're definitely also a Libby," says Glass. "Unless Sarion has some objection."

[small_magics]

"No, I believe it will be fine." And she spends the hex with a wave of her hand.

[neverbeatme]

"Thank you," says Lissa. "And any other magic you feel like giving us would also be appreciated."

[pythbox]

Sherial chuckles.

[small_magics]

Sarion mints Sherial, too. "Sherial is already torchable; I did that for all of the dragons years ago. I will add you, too."

[neverbeatme]

"Thank you," Lissa repeats. She's grinning again.

[small_magics]

"You are welcome. And if you are looking for something to do with yourself, the traditional occupation of Libbies stands open."

[neverbeatme]

"Personnel officer? Don't mind if I do," she says. "To start with, anyway... I think my ultimate plans are going to end up a little more expansive than that. Oh, while we're at it, would somebody like to make my aunt immortal?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"I can. Should I fill her in on the rest of the goings-on?"

[neverbeatme]

"Yeah," says Lissa, "sure, good idea."

[nonbird]

Lazarus has been looking fascinated for quite some time now, but he is beginning to direct his fascinated look at Lissa in particular out of all available targets.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth pops away to deliver summary and torchability to the local Chris.

[thaumobabble]

Glass is still peering at Lissa, too. "Well," she says, "Lycaelon was right about not being the usual kind of Wildmage, assuming you are. It looks very differently shaped on you."

[nonbird]

"I don't think Lycaelon is necessarily more unusual," says Lazarus.

[thaumobabble]

"Are there more unusual kinds of Wildmages?"

[small_magics]

"Not that I know of."

[nonbird]

"...The closest comparison I can make," Lazarus says slowly, "is that in something like the way people's ingot powers and witchcraft and Gifts suit them, being a Wildmage suits Lissa. That's not quite it. But I can't think of a better analogy."

[thaumobabble]

"I can," says Glass, "see why you'd be tempted to describe it that way... I want to look at another Wildmage who doesn't have anything weird going on, is there one I can pop in and peer at? Is Tianthonet's new Bondmate one?"