And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
These are such cleverly made things. And there are no invisible venomous snakes anywhere. This is good. This is a good place.
It wasn't that forest's fault but it did sort of make the forest less nice anyway. It is good for a location to lack invisible venomous snakes.
True.
There is a moss that releases pleasant-smelling oils to complement your natural skin chemistry if you rub it on yourself, and another with a stunning array of vitamins and minerals, and a sort of grasslike thing that in the presence of soil toxins will draw them up its stalk and encase them in little pearl-like things and a moss under a tree designed to be a shock absorber if you fall out of the tree.
Presumably that is the intention.
And when a reasonable span of time has elapsed they teleport. There is Alcallah and multiple unicorns and a phoenix.
Riya smiles.
She sits down and attempts to put together: this piece from Alcallah which is immortality of the lifespan variety, and this piece from the phoenix which is immortality of a more aggressive kind, and this piece from Alcallah which is the doing of things to things at a distance and on purpose.
"I messed it up, I need to go away and come back and try again," she announces after a few minutes.
And tries again!
And: "Now I have the thing for healing someone and making them really immortal but I want to go away and come back and try to get the actual thing for doing things to plants too. It's neat."
More teleporting. It's a good thing he's a human magician and not a fey mage, one of those would eventually get tired and have to take a break.
Trying, trying...
"It's really hard to copy this without losing any bits," she says. "I messed it up again just now."
Fiddle poke poke fiddle fuss...
...
"...I messed it up again," she sighs. "This is hard."
More teleporting. And he is starting to get slightly bored of teleporting so while Riya's playing with magic he'll be poking at possibilities for a magic item that will let her teleport herself.
"...I sort of got it," she announces after this round. "It's not as good as yours but it's okay. Thank you for letting me copy your things. ...Do you want to be immortal like a phoenix? I can do that now."
"I am not planning on testing this but if you could do it to, like, everyone in the Deep South colony that would be flipping fantastic."
"I could do that if I could be near enough to them all... if you put people in front of me I can make them really immortal. And heal them of things. But you have unicorns already so you probably don't need to be unicorned very much."
"...Would you like to get on my unicorn with me and gallop around the inside of this dome immortalizing any fairy we come in range of?"