[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.]
[Well, you can still teleport to it if your teleporting works like Bell teleporting. There's a bunch of Jokers handy! Corona's fastest. Jellybean, Alice, Beast, Queenie, and War also volunteer.]
[I might as well ask Corona, then. And whoever else wants to come along for fun.]
[Hey War, this guy turns out to be an alt of Howlett.]
[Sure, although I can't always figure them out completely, you want Lazarus for the full interpretive diagnosis.]
His aura is noticeably different in flavour from the Bells' magicmagicmagic and the Jokers' theatrical center-of-attention. It advertises that he is powerful and capable, but doesn't bother specifying exactly what he is capable of.
"I've figured out one part," he says. "Enhanced senses. But I can tell there's more to it, and I have no idea what it does."
"Ooh, the senses are a template attractor," Glass says, blinking at him, "that didn't have a way to get at you till just now but took the chance when you gave it an opening. The rest of it looks - not exactly like Sarion's. Yours is more... metaphorical? Is it okay if I have a peep at your mindscape? And it's cooperating with some other stuff that isn't aura that was already protecting your mind, looks very Thilanushinyel-y."
"Go ahead and look. It got bigger all of a sudden," he says. "Or - not exactly bigger - but it used to be a forest in the middle of nothing in particular, and now it's a forest in the middle of more forest. A lot more."
Glass nods, closing her eyes to focus on the forest. "Yeah - the outer forest will sort of entrap anything that tries to get into the inner forest, unless you lead it in. The mind-protecting magic you already had wouldn't have done anything about a dragonbond, but this will, you'll basically be able to escort Ansharil between inner and outer forests whenever you like."