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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[thinklikethis]

After one deeply curious glance, he appears to take this elven-literally, and commences ignoring her in favour of his neglected carving.

[thaumobabble]

Glass inspects him, then pops away again.

"Yeah, nothing spooked me there."

[small_magics]

"Very well. I suppose we may as well grant Arianna her wish."

[pythbox]

Arianna bounces again, gleefully.

[small_magics]

And Arianna's wish is granted. Presumably to the fascination of Elasirae, who hasn't seen this done before.

[pythbox]

Elasirae is duly fascinated!

Arianna giggles and leaps into the air, calling back "Thank yoooooooooooooou~" as she flies away.

[small_magics]

"I suppose Sidanar is next."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Sidanar gets the same long-distance Elspeth introduction that the others did.

[pythbox]

"Pity her best friend just flew away cackling," Elasirae observes.

Sidanar, meanwhile, reacts to this introduction with stunned silence.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth can fetch her, if desired...

[pythbox]

[...okay,] she says, still sounding generally lost.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Pop, pop.

[thaumobabble]

"Yep," says Glass, "that's a Darcy. Should we ask the previously encountered Darcy here or would that even accomplish anything?"

[pythbox]

"What's a Darcy?" says Sidanar, settling onto the ground with a nervous glance to make sure she isn't squashing anyone.

She is definitely the most visually impressive of the five conjured dragons. Tianthonet's symmetrical patchy red-and-gold is striking, Arianna's asymmetrical swirling red-and-white is fascinating, but Sidanar's scales are a deep midnight blue with a pattern of branching white lines that look like lightning.

[thaumobabble]

"A template, apparently, although you're the second one we've encountered. Like me and Sarion are the same template, there's another person from another world who's like you. Only she's a human. And named Darcy."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"She has a magic hammer," says Elspeth, "with which she does heroism."

[pythbox]

"What's magic about it, specifically?" Sidanar wonders.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"You can't pick it up if it doesn't like you," says Elspeth, "and it does lightning, that's all I know, it might do other things."

[pythbox]

Sidanar glances speculatively at her own scales. "Huh."

[thaumobabble]

"Yeah, that's a template theme," laughs Glass.

[pythbox]

"Apparently so," says Sidanar.

"Is it the same way for the rest of us?" wonders Sherial, glancing between Lazarus and Elasirae as though trying to identify any visual similarities she might have missed.

[thaumobabble]

"Yes," says Glass, after a moment's thought. "Iridescent black is a Lazarus thing - not for this Lazarus, particularly, but for Lazaruses in general - red-and-gold and red-and-white and various forms of gray are things for the respective other templates."

[pythbox]

"Hmm," says Sherial. The very end of her tail taps thoughtfully against the ground.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Do you want to meet Darcy now, or should it wait until the next peal party?" Elspeth inquires of Sidanar.

[pythbox]

Sidanar glances at the other two dragons.

"...Yeah, I can wait," she decides. "I mean, it's not an emergency, right, the world will go on perfectly well without me meeting my tiny human self and probably stepping on her because that's just my luck?"

"I haven't stepped on mine!" Elasirae says proudly.