"And I'm good and proper thoroughly forever-means-forever immortal, so this is still only temporary."

"That's fair." She smiles, a bit. "But you'll forgive me if I work for a 'forever' immortality, too."

"Actually, if you are subject to the rules I'm familiar with, when you die you'll become a daeva, since you're a summoner now. But I'd be just as dismissed anyway."

"I don't know any other daeva on whom I would like to unexpectedly inflict a soul animal, but if I decide to go home and come back for unrelated reasons I don't mind being summoned by different people on the trip back."

"Yes, that was my thought process, as well. Thank you."

"You're welcome. So what's your name, summoner?"

"Adanya Emaia. Pleasure to meet you, despite the accidental summoning and daemon circumstances."

"Likewise. So, this is actually a terrible circle, I'm not bound at all, but my gaping cultural unfamiliarity inclines me towards slightly more conservatism than 'make spaceship, fly to Mars, terraform immediately'. How do you feel about harboring an exchange student?"

"Next time I accidentally summon a demon, I will be sure to make the circle less terrible," she says dryly. "I'm fine with harboring an exchange student, though you'd have to make sure it's all right with my dad if you want to stay in his house. Since you've got an unspecified magic I think my clan will also let you stay on clan lands for at least a little while."

"Do they only let people with magic in?"

"No. My brother and father are free to wander clan lands. But you're a stranger that they don't know, and I'm only a recent member. The ability to give favors is something in your favor."

"So to speak. But this is an optional exchange student program. I can and will fuck off into space if it's going to be inconvenient or involve supplying machine guns to questionably ethical insurgents or something in order to buy permission to stay in any given patch of land."

"Fair. It shouldn't be too much trouble, but I'll make sure. ... What does your magic do, anyway?"

"Makes stuff," say Cam and Atriama at the same time. Cam pets one of her coils.

"What stuff, specifically?"

"No, not specifically. That's the beauty of it."

"Okay, not antimatter. Annnnd we're also looking at a dead end on creating anything with ongoing magical traits of any kind. Otherwise yes."

"Hm. That's useful. Even if you can't make, say, a blessed dagger, you could make herbs required for various spells."

"Yes, although my remark about machine guns will also apply to spell ingredients. Can I interest you in the Library of Alexandria as a consolation prize?"

"Yes. Yes you can."

"Mhm. How specific can you get for making things? If I asked you to give me instructions on how to make an immortality spell for mortals, could you provide them?"

"I can't make information that has never been set to recorded format before - which means no automagical translations, encodings or decodings, circumvention of research, sprouting brand new symphonies out of nothing, etcetera. If you believe such a ritual has been lost, I may be able to get ahold of it depending on how much information you possess about when and by whom."