"So perhaps youth magic should be a priority," Rúmil says.

"I'm not going to die of old age for at least a century, something else is much likelier to get me before then. But it would be nice."

So they add it to the list, but not near the top.

And when they have an improved teleportation which can handle Prometheus's dimensions, Bella and Rúmil go to the Prometheus. There is not as it happens anyone aboard (Bella checks), so they just teleport it back to Davlia.

Fëanáro thinks starships are the second most beautiful thing in the multiverse, after books.

T'Mir gives them a tour! And displays the function of the computer, which has more peripherals and voice command than a crystal ball but is conceptually similar. They can try recording sound now.

Recording and playing back magical songs works!

Cool! What can magical songs do?

"Mostly things that were needed by Cuivienen," Rúmil says. "Heat a rock, light a fire, lure an animal."

"...Well, assuming you can sing them without setting my ship on fire or whatever it can't hurt to have recordings of them even if their utility isn't immediately obvious."

So they do (you can in fact target the fire enough that the ship doesn't catch) and he says he can try to remember the hang of composing new ones.

If he can operationalize it enough it's just barely possible a computer could do that!

That would certainly be interesting. He should try learning computers anyway.

Computers 101.

Computers are even more convenient than crystal balls in some ways.

Ooooh. They are in fact possibly starting one.

"We should name it. At least a working title."

The Elves definitely agree that names are important. The name should be really pretty, that's also important.

Pretty in what language? Different species have different aesthetics.

...pretty in all the languages but he doesn't know them all, yet, so it'll suffice if it's pretty in Davlian and English and Quenya and Pax.

"Well, it could be just a sound, or it could mean something. We could be a League or an Alliance or a Coalition or a Pact or an Entente, if we want to start with English."

"Those are all English words?" he says suspiciously. "They sound - not. Entente is pretty. What are the shades of meaning, which best communicates the differences between us and the Federation?"

"English has been stealing words for a long, long time. It probably stole Entente from French. It'd communicate a friendly, informal understanding between member units."

"Like, we'll share our magic with you, but we won't fight because that might be courting my fate? That sounds about right."