In the middle of Lake Mithrim there is an island.
There wasn't an island before, so the lake is a little deeper than before, creeps a few inches up the shore. There is a splashing noise.
The island is cut off in sharp cliffs around the edges, rising a foot or two over the waterline at the lowest points. On it is an expansive house, several stories tall, with an un-Elven aesthetic and un-Arda implied tech background. Sharp eyes might see non-Elven people, through the windows.
"Is her Kat name of Kat."
"Okay." Splash splash.
"Yellow hair Mama," diagnoses Kat.
"Hi, Kat," says Rebecca. "This is Catherine."
"You're me but ugly!" declares Catherine.
"Well you're me but stupid!" retorts Kat.
"Let's have a yelling contest!" says Catherine.
"AAAAAAAAH!" replies Kat.
"AAAAAAAAH!" exclaims Catherine.
"Oh dear," murmurs Rebecca.
Slight smile. (He translates everything in osanwë for everybody.)
This stymies both girls. Catherine manages to communicate via emphatic gesturing that she wants Kat to chase her thataway. Off they tear.
He cancels the spell. And beams at them as they vanish. "Four!" he says to Rebecca. "Well, we'll manage somehow."
"It is very likely we will lose and if we do he will take them alive if he can and - we're figuring out the dying thing, you'll have forever to have more children after the war - the Enemy can and almost certainly will talk in their heads constantly trying to turn them against us - it's not safe -"
"It's not that I'm attached to having any specific number, the problem is kind of before that."
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