Near a stream that pours off a high cliff and then snakes away is a garden, carefully tended, and a house, built of wood and stone and transmuted pearl. Fairies weed the plants. One is fixing the roof. A berrybush, hair atangle with spidery branches, is painting gold stripes onto her purple arms.
"I suppose. It does make counting time a little more convenient, though. And there's always artificial light sources."
"There is that. I seldom find myself needing to count time more accurately than I can by counting sleeps."
"No particular practical reason. It's just - nicely tidy."
The jeweled seas continue to be absolutely beautiful.
"I remember a nice harmonic tangle right in the middle; let's see if it's still unoccupied."
It is, as advertised, a very large forest. And when Arcane slows down over an unremarkable-looking clearing by the side of a very small stream, it sure doesn't look inhabited.
"Do you like the location?"
"Yes."
"Good." He drifts down for a landing. "If you give me some paper and a pen I'll draw you a harmonic map."
She gives him some paper and a pen. And then she dunks her tree branch in the stream and finds the best place to plant it.
The finished map depicts a tangle, all right. There is a harmonic cliff intersecting the stream, dividing the clearing and surrounding sections of forest between two different complex patterns. And Arcane can apparently produce in half an hour a level of detail that would take most sorcerers several years to map.
Once Promise has planted her tree and given it the little boost she can manage without any knowledge of local harmonics or long-term familiarity with the place, she watches him draw. Because wow.
And eventually, he looks up and smiles and hands her the map. "That should be a help."
"If you ever need anything - you probably won't but - well, you know where to find me."
He stands up and unfolds his starry wings.
She watches him leave. Then she studies her harmonic map, and grows her tree. She plants her seeds, and eats the last of her stored food, and boosts the garden plants - she brought not only food but also something she can use to make paper and soft pillow-fluff. She sips water from the stream. She boosts all the growing things again. Her tree won't be ready to live in for at least a few days, even with the map, but she can push the food harder than that. When she's rested her wings she explores the area around her new home and finds where there's already edibles growing; leftover cultivars from the breeders, some things apparently wild.