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Mial gets mail.
Mial gets a lot of mail. It starts out as a lot of mail and builds up to huge drifts of mail, as word spreads; if he doesn't stay on top of it, it may spill out the windows and start appearing in the soup while dinner is fixed and embed itself in the carpet under the sheer pressure of all the other mail.
People want their relatives back. It is mostly dragons who want this, but not exclusively. A number of vampires wish to know if the pontiff has been informed of all this or do they have to write him themselves. (Apparently they're concerned about the possibility of the pontiff being buried in mail but obviously have no such regard for Mial.) Dragons want to know how the possibility of future shrens has been addressed.
Some pixies in Gibryel have written to him about their political problems, unclear on the nature of the miracles available. Someone wants him to "fix Ryganaav". Finnah's egg father has written a rather sentimental letter imploring Mial to intercede with Finnah on the grounds that "it seems this would really take a miracle".
Someone wants him to eradicate south flu. Someone wants him to eradicate their son-in-law. Someone wants him to eradicate dust bunnies. Someone wants him to eradicate Sand Dusk Chanters. Someone wants him to eradicate an obscure parasitic illness of the tropics, and in case he isn't willing to do that, there are several pages of lurid explanation of the parasite's mechanism and anecdotes about people who didn't make it to adequately trained lights immediately. Someone wants him to eradicate nutritional yeast.
A lot of people want miracle teleportation powers. A number of people are concerned that conventional warding might not hold against miracle teleportation powers and want to know what he's going to do about that isn't he an Esmaarlan.
A substantial fraction of the world's dragon population seems to think that their variously heartfelt, scolding, or bewildered correspondence will be what convinces That Which Means To Eternally Plague Us With Shrenhood to do so less Eternally, perhaps this coming Saanen or something, he could have a little party, everyone could celebrate the final disappearance of that nasty family-destroying agonizing disease? Who would want to be a disease? The stunt has certainly gained attention but surely he has enough attention now?
He has a lot of attention now. Letters in assorted envelope colors with little flags on them pop into existence over the coffee table, hit the pile, and slide to the floor.
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Kaylo is still himself. One human is a light, the other a sorcerer; the halfling is a water mage assisting the merman, who is both a colorist and a shaman.
nonbird
"Hello," he says generally to the group, somewhat distracted by his inspection of all of this magic. "Oh, I see what Mial meant about the problem with lights..."
"Excuse me?" says the light.
nonbird
"Well, you have very nice tidy healing magic, but it doesn't work on anyone who has the same sort of nice tidy healing magic, which I imagine is probably very troublesome."
"...I mean, yes," says the light. "Part of the deal."
nonbird
"It could cease to be part of the deal," says Lazarus. "The deal could change."
The light looks hopeful.
nonbird
"Kaylo, can you think of anything I haven't seen that might interact with lights suddenly being able to heal each other and themselves?"
"I'm now imagining lights faceplanting into their orbs," says the halfling, "thanks for the mental image."
"If they automatically heal themselves without faceplanting," says Kaylo, "then that could cause problems under the sorts of circumstances you usually need a trained-light for - removing foreign objects is the usual example."
"If they automatically heal themselves without faceplanting," says Kaylo, "then that could cause problems under the sorts of circumstances you usually need a trained-light for - removing foreign objects is the usual example."
nonbird
"But if they only healed themselves while actually, er, lit, that wouldn't be a problem?"
"No, make it require faceplanting - or whatever," says Kaylo. "You don't want something to explode and spray bits at several people and the light to fix somebody who got grazed and accidentally embed a shard in their face."
nonbird
"Hmm. That makes it slightly less elegant, magically speaking, but I suppose there would be coordination problems with asking all of the lights in the world what they think of any more complicated tinkering I could do. I will make it require deliberate contact beyond just making the light. Is there anything else?"
"Sticking my thumbs in it would work," volunteers the light, "I don't have to do that just to manifest it."
nonbird
"Hmm, yes, I see. All right."
He tries the wish on a six - a hex, rather - and then on a star. The star goes.
"Lights are now able to heal themselves and other lights, but in order to heal themselves must touch their own light-spheres separately from manifesting them. By for example sticking their thumbs in it. Or faceplanting."
He tries the wish on a six - a hex, rather - and then on a star. The star goes.
"Lights are now able to heal themselves and other lights, but in order to heal themselves must touch their own light-spheres separately from manifesting them. By for example sticking their thumbs in it. Or faceplanting."
"Cool," says the light.
nonbird
"I don't see any obvious problems with sorcery or merfolk magic, those seem perfectly nice... um, I imagine most people aren't happy with the procedure for activaging magecraft, though."
"They gave me sedatives," says the halfling.
nonbird
"Still. It would be nicer if mage powers could activate in some less terrible way and you did not have to be given sedatives, probably."
"You probably don't just want it to happen at will," says Kaylo. "Little kid mages are trouble. Although they're also usually recently traumatized so we can't be sure it's all just 'don't mix small children and overwhelmingly powerful magic', still seems like it's worth being cautious."
"Activation businesses won't take you till you're past legal majority unless you've got some very special circumstances," says the mage.
"Activation businesses won't take you till you're past legal majority unless you've got some very special circumstances," says the mage.
nonbird
"Well, they could come in at some suitable age equivalency, then," says Lazarus. "Like with third-siahrs. I will think about it. And tell Mial so he can also think about it."
"Sure," says Kaylo. "Also, I did not bring a witch, but I brought some potions." He pulls out a handful of vials - headache cure, vitamin mix, pep potion.
nonbird
"So I see," says Lazarus. "They're very... hmm. Very something. I think I would like to watch someone make a complicated potion sometime, but I don't think I would gain any revolutionary insights or uncover any terrible problems beyond the sort of problems that arise naturally from people being able to make magical substances that can do a wide variety of things."
"Thought so," says Kaylo, repocketing the potions.
nonbird
"Thank you for finding me these magic people to look at. Thank you for coming here so I can look at you, magic people."
"You're welcome," says the sorcerer. The others nod.