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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[wildlymagical]

He teleports to the Janepoint.

[I might as well ask Corona, then. And whoever else wants to come along for fun.]

[mind_game]

[Oh hey! You're a template!]

[wildlymagical]

"...I am?"

[mind_game]

[Yep. There's one of you in Peace. Maybe more, but none I've seen.]

[Hey War, this guy turns out to be an alt of Howlett.]

[wildlymagical]

"Oh," says Lycaelon. "That's—"

[pythbox]

War freecasts to the Thilanushinyel Janepoint.

[wildlymagical]

"—surprising. Hello."

[pythbox]

"Awww, it's a cute little Howlett," War says delightedly. "Hi! I'm War."

He gives Lycaelon a hug, links him, cues Jane to send him to Chronicle, and freecasts there himself.

[mind_game]

Yoink!

[pythbox]

The other polled Jokers have assembled at the Chronicle Janepoint by the time War finishes hugging Lycaelon again.

[poeticterms]

The local Jarvis directs them all to a nearby guest room.

[pythbox]

Some time later - rather longer than it would have taken just to channel up the aura, especially considering Lycaelon was already most of the way there - Corona brainphones Glass.

[Hey, got time to look at an aura?]

[thaumobabble]

[Sure, although I can't always figure them out completely, you want Lazarus for the full interpretive diagnosis.]

[pythbox]

[Yeah. Are you in the castle, or should we teleport?]

[thaumobabble]

[I'm up in my library.]

[pythbox]

Corona teleports.

[wildlymagical]

A moment later, so does Lycaelon.

His aura is noticeably different in flavour from the Bells' magicmagicmagic and the Jokers' theatrical center-of-attention. It advertises that he is powerful and capable, but doesn't bother specifying exactly what he is capable of.

"I've figured out one part," he says. "Enhanced senses. But I can tell there's more to it, and I have no idea what it does."

[thaumobabble]

"Ooh, the senses are a template attractor," Glass says, blinking at him, "that didn't have a way to get at you till just now but took the chance when you gave it an opening. The rest of it looks - not exactly like Sarion's. Yours is more... metaphorical? Is it okay if I have a peep at your mindscape? And it's cooperating with some other stuff that isn't aura that was already protecting your mind, looks very Thilanushinyel-y."

[wildlymagical]

"Go ahead and look. It got bigger all of a sudden," he says. "Or - not exactly bigger - but it used to be a forest in the middle of nothing in particular, and now it's a forest in the middle of more forest. A lot more."

[thaumobabble]

Glass nods, closing her eyes to focus on the forest. "Yeah - the outer forest will sort of entrap anything that tries to get into the inner forest, unless you lead it in. The mind-protecting magic you already had wouldn't have done anything about a dragonbond, but this will, you'll basically be able to escort Ansharil between inner and outer forests whenever you like."

[wildlymagical]

"Well, that's convenient."

[pythbox]

Corona laughs and hugs him.

[thaumobabble]

"Auras are that! So, if you didn't already know it, you have an alt in Gift, named Luhan."

[wildlymagical]

"And apparently one in Peace named Howlett. Alts everywhere," he snorts.

[thaumobabble]

"Howlett I never got a look at, but Luhan I checked over for templatehood," laughs Glass. "You've got easily enough for two alts, probably more somewhere but not necessarily in worlds we have access to yet."