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]

"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?"

[pythbox]

"Well, she's either a Wildmage or a High Mage," says Sherial, "and Wildmage is likelier."

[thaumobabble]

"Do you suppose we can go stare at her without interrupting anything?"

[pythbox]

"...I'll ask."

She does.

A moment later, she reports, "Tianthonet and Virgivere say it's all right if you bring them here to look at them."

[thaumobabble]

Glass goes and fetches them. "Hi," she says.

[pythbox]

"Hi!" says Tianthonet.

"Hello," says Virgivere.

[thaumobabble]

And Glass commences peering at Virgivere.

[her_imperial_radiance]

(Elspeth catches up the new arrivals on Things.)

[nonbird]

"Yes, see?" says Lazarus. He points at Virgivere. "Perfectly ordinary Wildmage." At Lissa. "Not perfectly ordinary. Perfectly something, maybe, but ordinary isn't it."

[thaumobabble]

"It's..." Glass flares her aura, and squints. "Hooked into her Libbiness. Somehow."