[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]
Eventually all celebrations have been celebrated.
"I can tell Jane to call Lazarus to have a look at us now," Isibel says, from where she is lounging across Ansharil's lap.
"All right," says Lycaelon, idly spending a square to clothe himself and then snuggling up to Aianon. Mmm, snuggly.
With everyone clothed, Isibel undoes the time dilation, turns her Janegem back on, and speaks to Jane.
[Hey Lazarus, Sarion and company added another person to their Dragonbond and want you to come check it over for effects on the wish you made.]
"Hello," says Lazarus. "My goodness, there's a lot of magic going around here. Let's see. The wish seems to be intact - actually, it's almost like your auras are supporting it. That's convenient."
"Auras are cooperative. They're very friendly," he says. "To you, not necessarily to anyone else. But if they can do something the convenient way, they will."
"It's no trouble," he says cheerfully. "You could hardly get someone else to do it. Well, there's Glass, and now I'm apparently sprouting alts from every direction, but I'm the only one of me currently attached to the peal."
"I have not yet checked Thilanushinyel for alts," muses Isibel. "Perhaps I should do so now."
"You are a dragon," she informs Lazarus, "or rather, your local alt is - but not one I have met - so - he must be one of the eggs I conjured up to bolster the population, some sixteen years ago. There was an egg in that iridescent black color."