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Isibel lives in her enchanted village, in a hollowed and conveniently-shifting great tree. She travels from it frequently, when she has a new enchantment or elfspell designed that will help someone, or when she meets with the leaders of this or that culture to learn more about their needs, or when someone accepts her offer of torching. The population of Thilanushinyel is not as large as that of Origin, and it may even contain fewer political units, but certainly there are more species; she has a steep learning curve and she throws herself into it.
Today, she is at home. She is not in deep meditation, but she might look like it, eyes closed, floating crosslegged in the air, not paying attention to the weight of the clothes on her body or the wreath of sunny yellow-berried blue-leafed holly resting on her hair, just thinking about hurricanes and the most efficient way to prevent them from forming over the sea. (She can channel immense spells. She is not sure how immense, and it would be very dangerous to lose hold of one. She retains some concern for limiting the size of her enchantments.)
When she is busy with something she cannot interrupt, her door is locked. Today it is not. There were no hurricanes when she last checked, and if any form in the next few hours, she will be able to address them on the spot, she knows; this spell is not urgent on that scale.
If anyone needs her they may come in.
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"Do all the worlds have... weird, unexpected things about them like that?" wonders Lycaelon.
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"Not all of them. But they do have many strange properties. And people from them think many things about Thilanushinyel are strange, too."
"Like what?"
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"Dragonbonds. The way Wild Magic works - High Magic bears more resemblance to some offworld forms than does Wild Magic. The way unicorns communicate with the Wild Magic. The other and better-known property of unicorns. Our persistent problem with the Dark."
"Our problem with the Dark is a lot less persistent than it used to be," he comments.
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"One hopes. It has been coming every thousand years or so for some time now. I do anticipate being able to interrupt it before the next appearance."
Her recent run-in with the Dark was not particularly well-publicized.
Her recent run-in with the Dark was not particularly well-publicized.
"...Interrupt it how?"
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"I do not yet know. But I probably have about a thousand years to locate assorted avenues by which it might reappear and places where it may yet lurk and preemptively destroy them."
He gives her a studying look.
Lycaelon laughs. "You caught me," he says. "I'm thinking that seems kind of ambitious."
...He cracks up.
Still giggling.
"Well, good luck rooting out the Dark," he snorts. "Maybe you can get tips from the rest of you, if you see them again."
"You're friends with a unicorn?"
"I don't have much to do with unicorns," says Lycaelon. "I've healed them a few times. Uncomfortable for everybody. They sure are pretty, though."
small_magics
"Oh, Liselen in particular is not uncomfortable around the things that bother other unicorns."
He gives her a suspicious look.
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"One of my friends wished it, when they first came here," she explains.
"I thought it might be something like that," he says. "Does it work the other way around, do you think? Wishing someone not uncomfortable to unicorns even though...? Because that would make a big difference when it comes to healing them."