She appears above a bit of frozen wasteland. She falls, conscious but without making a peep, to the ground, and breaks a few more bones.
She lies there.
She appears above a bit of frozen wasteland. She falls, conscious but without making a peep, to the ground, and breaks a few more bones.
She lies there.
"Mmm." Longish pause. "...Is your impression that Leareth would, in fact, let Woodlark return when he wants to?"
There are glances around the room. They don't seem entirely reassured, but maybe a little.
"Obviously we would like him back home," Wingsister says, slowly. "Things are - a little complicated - but still. Do you have a way of sending messages to Leareth, or is it simplest for us to drop off a letter at the spot he gave?"
"I could try asking the Star-Eyed with your Heartstone but it's not what you'd call elegant. Letter at the spot is your best bet."
She gestures with her chin to one of the other Heralds. "Can you get that moving? Good. - Promise, the rest of our questions for right now are mostly about trying to understand you, and where you're from, this Fairyland. Can you give us the short version on what Fairyland's like and what the main differences are that you've noticed so far between there and this world? And then maybe we can better pin down what our remaining questions are."
"Fairyland is an infinite landscape with many kinds of fairies and no animals but lots of plants. Our social structures consist almost entirely of various flavors of magical slavery. Most kinds of fairies don't breed; my kind does not, so I have never been a child."
"Mmm. And you have sorcery there, right? Which can do healing, I assume, and other things, but I didn't get a full rundown in Leareth's letter. Do you have any sense so far of how that compares to our world's magic, in terms of its strengths and weaknesses?"
"Sorcery is better for healing, about equal for light, drastically worse for defense, slower but I think harder-hitting for offense, better for plants, kind of a tossup for stuff in the material object crafts genre, worse for communication and moving stuff around."
"Hmm." She's quiet for another few moments, thinking; there are Mindspeech looks shared. One of the Heralds is taking notes.
"I'm still confused about the, er, political situation in Fairyland," Wingsister says finally. "I guess the relevant question is, if people in Fairyland found out about our world, what are they likely to do about it? And how much does that vary depending on which polity someone makes contact with?"
"Fairyland does not have politics like your politics. If typical individual fairies found out about your world they'd ignore it. If some fairies found out about it they'd do various things that weren't ignoring it and might or might not have courtsful of other fairies to bring along on the project."
"Do you think there are any fairies who would want to invade us, and have the resources to conquer our kingdom - or Leareth's forces, I suppose?"
"Some of them would, I imagine, and it would depend a lot on how they opened the attempt. Fairy conflicts aren't won with firepower. They're won with names, and food claims - the latter is very hard intra-fairy but very easy with a mortal."
"Hmm. So - knowing what we need to watch out for might help, but I still wouldn't want to risk fairies showing up somewhere in Valdemar, we can't protect everyone in the whole Kingdom from that. I suppose we can't stop Leareth from risking contact if he wants."
"So far the only contact is that I've been trading carefully selected fiction to a library for books on sorcery and stuff."
"Hmm. I suppose that decreases the risk." Shrug. "If it were up to you, what would you advise? It - does sound like Fairyland is pretty unpleasant. I'm not sure if the, er, magical slavery situation can be fixed, but, well..." She lifts a hand, vaguely, lets it fall. "I'd want to help if I could."
One of the other Heralds, who introduced herself earlier as Alchemist, has some more specific questions about sorcery, which covers the next while.
Promise can demo things. She will turn stuff into gold and make lights and purify water and whatnot. Would any of these people like to be younger, the meeting's been long enough she can do that now.