Cool, okay.

The fortress is now visible even to human eyes. We live here.

It's pretty!

Thank you!

She feeds Cathei as they approach. Peka watches enviously.

Hey Beka guess what.

What?

Meet Rabka, who interrupted my afternoon with Peka!

Wow! Hi Rabka!

Uh, hi! Are you the same thing as him -

Close!

She has the same telepathy! She's from - not exactly my world but closer than either of yours.

Worlds have closeness?

Well, Beka's has the same species and geography and war and Enemy and people and magic. 

Huh. What about Peka, to whom she cannot directly talk?

He sends his impression of Peka's world, which is shiny toys and tall tall buildings and a completely random searing hatred of people with red hair, whose ancestors dug graves, and they kill babies if you didn't pay for them.

"Wow."

He sends this to Peka also. "Yeah."

"It's not all bad, I'm gonna really miss the Internet."

Oh, yes, they have a thing so if you sing everyone everywhere can hear you.

"Oooh."

"It does other stuff too!"

What else does it do?

"You can look up anything anybody ever wrote down, and there's pictures - photographs and art - and fiction and you can talk to people a million miles away. Write to them, usually."

Macalaurë plays telepathic relay. Ooooh. We should figure out how to do that.