There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
Five hundred years as measured by Macalaurë's compositions. I don't want to see Findekáno again while I don't believe he's real, even though he wouldn't be able to tell. In five hundred years either this is real or the situation has changed enough there's no strategically interesting insight to get from me.
...one of my more 'desperate emergency' responses to finally getting out of this dimension to go on errands, if the shorter-term plans don't cut it, involves taking a risk which if I'm going to take it anyway I might as well just outright install free will on all the orcs and Elves there are. That wouldn't do it either?
The thing that gave me my sorcery alphabet's part of a set. All the individual things in the set are so stupidly powerful that mostly you can do any given medium-sized thing with whichever you have on hand. And handling them is a risky proposition anyway. It's dangerous to even keep two of them on the same planet for long periods of time, I think this is half of why Asgard has possession of one. But the Tesseract is 'space' and it has a sibling that does 'soul'.
Nah. I wind up feeling like I'd better heal myself when I'm really pouring ice. I could just not do that.
I also think I'd notice if I were able to subjectively act freely and my mind started behaving unusually in some way.
"They're not accustomed to living this densely either, mostly for infrastructure reasons. They know cities are a thing, though, and they're pretty sociable, I think they'll like it when they've had a week or two to get accustomed." Illusions illusions. She consults the blueprints she's carrying now and then for a refresher. "What sorts of local ordinances and whatnot will they have to adapt to?"
Letting them handle everything internally only works if there aren't, for example, children being neglected or starved or people coming to me in desperation because their own people delivered an unjust judgment against them. If things like that happen frequently then we'll have to have them handle disputes under our system, which is very much not equipped for the sport of problems I imagine Men have." He sighs. "Among my people I'd prohibit children."
"They're managing parenting very well considering the whole lot of nothing Eru gave them and how little time I had to teach them. The species would very likely outright die out if they waited for optimal childrearing conditions, as near as I can tell they're precisely Midgardians without the soul animals. Oh - they have their own language, I can phrasebook it for you?"
"Thank you. I'll tell my people to learn it, they should all be able to do so within a few months. And I wouldn't prohibit childrearing on the general principle about wartime, I'd prohibit it because it's going to delay evacuation by probably a factor of ten, give the Enemy leverage, and would keep every Elda in the city awake except I imagine you can soundproof buildings."
"Okay, I'll do that from the air so I can be sure I get every building exactly once. What do you want in your phrasebook?"
"If that wouldn't bother you." She writes the phrases side by side in between prettifying buildings. "My Quendi assistants too or just me?"
"Well, I'll pitch the idea and I can escort any who can't live with it politely back to their host."
"Well, they've seen it overflown and didn't snark about it enough that I actually knew that was why the eight pointed star."