"Have you got any suggestions?" Egresta asks them. "I've been trying to make knot-writing and sort of hold it up where they can touch it, but I have no clue whether it's getting through to them."

"They are .. probably .. not yet aware of the details of their environment. Right now they most likely need smooth, flat, stable, dry surroundings with minimal air, in order to most easily find the cutoff between self and not-self. Generally, either a mundane stone store-room or inside a box somewhat underground, such as one usually used for ice-storage, could work."

"I would .. like the opportunity to help guide them, if I can. But that may take a large portion of my focus." Eeferi seems to look to Satenag, for a moment.

"I admit, their progress already is impressive.  Simple sounds and even temporary solid shapes both."

Egresta scrubs her face.

"I definitely should have asked that half a day ago."

She scrambles to catch her mothers as they become momentarily lopsided.

"I don't think we have a stone store-room — we're too near the lake — but I can put them in a basket and we can get them into the pit at the ice house, if that sounds like the right kind of place? Or just wrap them in a thick blanket to stifle air movement."

".. I should have mentioned it, even if you did not ask."

"It may depend on the basket, but that sounds workable.  A blanket's surface wouldn't be stable, hard, flat, or regular enough, I think. You want an environment that is ... minimally complicated. The least details to track, and the least changing. Oh, it would also probably be best to avoid there being holes below them, even tiny ones. They could pour through on accident."

Egresta nods in acknowledgement. "... right."

She thinks for a moment.

"We have lots of baskets, but fewer barrels that aren't in use ... maybe the bottom of a boat ..."

"We actually do have an empty barrel — we finished up one of the salting barrels the other day, and we've cleaned it but not re-packed it. That's probably the smoothest, least-holey container available," Okanel chimes in.

Egresta looks relieved. 

"Lead the way," she says. "If a barrel doesn't have other problems? I wouldn't want them to feel trapped ..." she adds to Eeferi as an aside.

"I recommend there be an open path out from the top of the barrel to a larger space. In this case, the rest of the ice house. The risk of being - trapped is directly a part of why I did not recommend avoiding allowing them out of their lamp. The ice house uses the same kind of doors as the rest of the village- a draft goes through, but the door is solid and stable?"

"Yes," she agrees. "We try to make it fit well, because it helps keep the warm air out, but even the best-fit doors let some air through. We can leave the top of the barrel off, or ajar."

Okanel vanishes into the cookhall, beckoning for Lhemur to come help him, and a moment later they emerge carrying a heavy oak barrel between them.

Eeferi moves their lamp.

Another identical figure forms in the patterns of the purple smoke.  One follows to the ice house, while the other returns to Satenag.
"Thank you for your help." Eeferi says to Okanel and Lhemur. "Any further discussion?" Eeferi asks of the main group.

The villagers boggle for a moment at Eeferi being in two places at once. Reactions are split pretty evenly between "fair enough; I guess it makes sense that someone made out of ... magic smoke? ... could do that," and the sudden, burning envy of seeing something that you had no idea you wanted to be able to do until you knew it was possible.

"Uh. Right," Satenag says, as she refocuses.

"So where were we? We learned that we need to only wish for things that can be done without judgement, I think. Penþa, did you ...."

She trails off, seeing that Penþa has disappeared.

"They ducked into their house; I think they want to check the actual wording on some of the founding documents," Đani explains.

"That makes sense. But I think we were all agreed that if the fancier version of the wish didn't take, we should try the less fancy version, and use future wishes to ensure it can't be abused to resurrect people who don't want to be resurrected. Right?" she says, casting her gaze across the assembled villagers.

There's a general muttering of agreement, although one person points out that maybe they should wait for Penþa to get back.

Đani stomps a foot.

"If Penþa comes back and says that actually making any wishes at all is illegal, I will," her voice hitches. "Personally join Satenag in her punishment, even if that means exile. This is too important."

Satenag makes a soothing gesture with her hand.

"I'm sure it won't come to that. And they probably won't take very long — let's do a final check to make sure the wording is right, and if they're not back by then we'll go by consensus, alright?"

Đani breathes in through her nose.

"Alright."

Satenag casts her mind pack, past the distractions of the last few minutes and assembles the clauses together.

"So I think the wording would be 'I ... the word ... as quickly, harmlessly, durably, and costlessly as possible, for it to be the case that everyone who could theoretically be made resurrectable with a wish or by other means or who becomes a member of this category at any future point in time, including anyone already dead who could be made resurrectable, including those yet unborn, including people in other worlds, be made as easily and costlessly resurrectable as possible, with a summary of no more than six sixes of six sixes of words detailing the results of the wish as thoroughly and helpfully as possible in Reformed North-Eastern Marnesi Trade language using words I know made known to me, without harm to my mind, body, or sense of self, such that the entirety of this wish is implemented only in accordance with my untampered will, and such that the entirety of this wish is implemented without creating a person or persons.'," she recites. "Did I miss anything?"

People think back over the discussion for a moment.

Eeferi is silent for a while.  Their voice echoes oddly.

"I think .. the phrasing should .. specify exactly one summary .. to be only in .. the current Reformed North-Eastern Marnesi Trade Language."

She doesn't see why that would help, but Eeferi is the undoubted expert.

"Alright. So '... with exactly one summary ... to be only ...' ..." She trails off.

"No, '... with exactly one summary of no more than six sixes of six sixes of words detailing the results of the wish as thoroughly and helpfully as possible in Reformed North-Eastern Marnesi Trade language, using no other languages, and using words I know, be made known to me ...'? Does that sound right?"

".. It does .."