"I don't know what they thought would happen but I asked some questions about how gods do things with Foresight, derived the Star-Eyed's name, and demanded a surrender by planning on insisting that they both stop if one didn't materialize. She did and He didn't. I incapacitated the Ifteli army - with some help and some messiness - and then negotiated details through a leshya'e the Star-Eyed designated as her representative and let the Sunlord mostly resume his normal activities. I healed the surviving casualties of the fighting. The leshya'e conveyed a request that I assassinate Leareth but I have no idea why She thought that might work."

The King's Own tenses. "Are you aware," he says, slowly and carefully, "of all the awful things the man's done?" 

"Probably not, he's pretty old. That doesn't seem like a reason to go around committing murder on the suggestion of a lunatic."

"Also he's apparently immortal, so it's unclear murder would even work." Wingsister rubs the bridge of her nose, eyes distant. "What do you think Leareth's goals are?" 

"He seemed pretty excited about getting sorcerous healing and de-aging in high enough circulation that you could all stop dying constantly?"

The King's Own looks so suspicious of this. 

"I - still don't understand the connection between that, and why he wanted to invade Valdemar before and now claims he's changed his mind? We learned, er, that apparently he told Woodlark his goals were altruistic, but - it's sort of hard to believe." 

"Well, he hasn't done it and he doesn't want to any more. His old plan is moot since the discovery of Fairyland but he didn't want me to relay it anyway."

Frustrated looks are exchanged about this. 

"I - guess I can understand him preferring that," Wingsister says, with obvious reluctance. "But, well, we're sort of not sure where to go from here." 

"...well, I'm not sure what to tell you, I don't even know what you usually do. Fairyland doesn't really have politics of the kind you have at all."

"That's fair enough." Sigh. "I suspect we should break now so we can think about this, and maybe meet again in a candlemark? Someone can show you to a guest-room if you want, or to the gardens." 

"Is there a good place to grow an instance of my tree? - people shouldn't eat any of its parts, that's about like me learning their name, but I can make it not fruit except when I need something to eat, and you could burn it after I go."

Wingsister seems nonplussed, but takes the question in stride. "Hmm. Sure, I reckon we can show you a place in the gardens to put it, and we'll put up a sign for no one to eat bits of it, people are decent at following signage around here." 

"Thanks. It's going to get very big and you shouldn't have me plant it anywhere it'll shade things that want sun."

"It's going to– How long were you planning to stay here?" 

"...till we're done? I would prefer to sleep in it so I have to grow it big enough to fit me."

"You can grow it big enough to fit you inside it by tonight?" 

"I will probably need to stay up late and it'll be cramped."

"Huh!" She whistles under her breath. "Impressive. Anyway, I'll have someone show you the way." 

The King's Own can do that, and help her find a place in the gardens that's well away from commonly-used paths, and where it'll be fine for some of the lawn to be shaded. He's mostly quiet, but seems a bit less tense in her presence than at the start. 

She sticks her tree branch in the ground, has a look around the area, and starts growing it.

The King's Own hails a gardener and asks him to put up a rope fence around the soon-to-be-tree and a sign telling people not to eat it, it's very important. Oh and he should add on the sign that no one should introduce themselves by name to the woman there; the Heralds all know but he's not sure it's successfully reached all the servants and such yet, not that they exactly make a habit of spontaneous introductions. 

Reasonable precautions.

She sings, while the crown of the tree climbs and spreads.

The King's Own seems slightly tempted to stay and listen to her singing, but he heads off instead to reconvene with the rest of the Heralds. 

About a candlemark later he's back to collect her. "The others are ready to meet again, if now is all right for you?"