"I'm okay as long people don't pull or damage my feathers or generally touch it like I'm a curious animal. And warn copycat to not actually copy the part of the magic that creates the pocket dimension, it is... hard to explain and the result might be unpredictable."

"Sure thing! Ooh, Marjorn's out today, isn't his boat pretty?"

She points. It is rather lavishly decorated, for a fishing boat. Painted elaborately.

Sparky replies, "Before you swoop down let's just get home, I'm tired and I have to comb my hair again."

"It's very pretty. But we should get home, yeah. Also, how the average person is going to react to someone like me?"

"That you're probably something strange and not a cursed human, possibly dangerous, probably OK if the UDF is vouching for you."

"Okay, are curses common?"

"They used to be. Now they are extremely illegal unless taken voluntarily with pre-arranged written consent, for some insane reason. There aren't that many Witches who can do curses as their special, more than geases but not that many, and locator-Witches are perfectly capable of hunting them down and pointing a strike team at their faces if they go around cursing people willy-nilly."

"Oh, good. I wouldn't want to test your magic against mine, not that way at least."

"It's nice when people don't act like barbarians and bandits and we don't have to test unpleasant violent edge cases, yeah." She giggles.

"It sure makes things between any groups of people that much friendlier."

"There it is, see the castle? They've done some work on converting it for more modern use, but it's still mostly a castle."

"Oooh, nice. Do you have a witch with sleeping powers? I should take a quick nap just to check if I can still make everything I could do back home."

"Uh, not here, but there's probably one available? We have extract of poppy for insomnia if you want that."

"... If I can't conjure books from back home I will spend a great deal trying to remember every scientific detail I can. I will try sleep normally, instead. Poppy extract is likely dangerous."

"If you say so? I have no idea what you think is dangerous and not dangerous and primitive or not. We're advancing pretty fast. You need poppy or something to sleep off burns for a month, let me tell you."

"Oh, I didn't mean to be... whatever is being insensitive about technological advancement, but I know that poppy is the source of at least two drugs, one outlawed, another controlled and I stay off even regular alcohol."

"Either way, we're headin' down now."

Felix does indeed attract a lot of attention. She fends most of it off, insisting that it's a problem for Copycat and the commander.

"Oh," one of the maintenance crew replies, "Something's wrong with Gren. She was supposed to be on flight standby an hour ago, but she was late. They went to get her but she won't wake up. They hauled her to the infirmary."

Felix overhears this. "...Any idea what caused it?"

"She's the one we go to to diagnose weird magic. So, no. They're sending out another healer, since Angel's aura doesn't seem to be helping."

"...How does her copying works? What it's range?" Felix asks sounding a bit more alarmed.

"Er, about a mile? She sort of, stares at another Witch for a while and takes notes, and then she can do some of what they could. She says it gives her synesthesia."

"Okay... I don't think that timeline makes a lot of sense, but my pocket dimension magic is activated by artifact that causes the person to sleep until their in-dimension-projected-self exits through a portal."

"She has a lot of strange objects in her room. I wouldn't have noticed a new one."

"Okay... Do you mind if I take a look?"

Someone new shows up. Tall, buff, and steely-eyed. "With supervision, yes. No offense, but we can't trust you fully yet. And our usual lie-detector is asleep. I'm Morgana McAllister, 42nd wing commander."

"Felix Dalkaila," He replies with a similar tone. "And I understand. Regardless I will then sleep to see if she somehow got my power and needs to be rescued."