"Yep."

"Well I have no idea why it got someone this time and hasn't got anyone in the past." Sigh. "Apparently I am not much help when it comes to things outside my experience. Typically summonings involve summoning a daeva into your circle, with Makers they are typically gagged, and then you offer them things for them to do a task and if you both accept then they do it, take it, and leave. This circle didn't require me to stay in it, it didn't, I dunno, block me from trying to change anyone against their will, it just grabbed me and that was it."

"Oh. That's terrifying."

"Oh, for– not like that, ugh, I had to agree to take it, I do this thing for fun usually."

He mumbles a bit.

"Not like—oh, no—well, that would also be terrifying, I guess, but apparently it's not the case. No, just, anyone being able to show up and change stuff—anyway, so you're, like, awake and you exist while you're not summoned?"

"– Oh, you were talking about the dangers of unbound daeva being terrifying? I thought I'd covered that already. But yes, we are awake and we do exist when we're not summoned, and I live in a lovely little place with a bunch of other Changers and then Movers have their own separate plane of existence, as do Makers, as do Limboites, and then there's the whole mortal world."

"It hadn't really occurred to me that the extent of your powers required gagging—is that magical gagging?—and anyway what are 'Limboites' and what do you mean by 'mortal world'?"

"My powers do not in fact require gagging, nor do any of the others – that can be satisfied by other things such as 'cannot change things before having agreed to a task' and things to keep them suitably on task and things to prevent daeva from harming people, suitably defined – but with Makers they have that nasty habit of trying to coerce people out of their souls – that are nonexistent for the purposes of stealing, cannot be stolen, by the way – and things like that. Limboites are– right, you wouldn't know, but there's an afterlife and people go there after they die and the mortal world is, you know, here and Earth and Mars and everywhere that's not one of the other four planes."

Pause. "Except I still don't understand why the heck this place has magic, like, mortal world doesn't tend to – at least not magical objects – in my experience, and you still don't know where or what Earth and Mars are – they're planets, for the record – and there's Earth's moon, and this doesn't look like any of the aforementioned."

"...I totally know about the afterlife, we're gonna go visit on our way to Zanarkand. Called Farplane, though. And what's a planet?"

"The afterlife I'm talking about is not conventionally visitable except at concordances between the four non-mortal planes – that's a thing, lets us trade and stuff – so I don't think we're talking about the same thing here, and a planet is– a spherical massive object that has gravity and often atmospheres and, uh, sort-of-float in space? I don't know what sort of tech level you're at, but I'd assume if you have things that can record stuff, unless that's magic, that you'd know about planets and gravity."

"Spherecorders are a technology that solidifies water into recording spheres by registering events into it with pyreflies, so it's both magic and technology."

"No idea what a pyrefly is," he says.

Are they anywhere near the top of these steps yet?

Almost there! They're lots of steps.

"No one really knows what pyreflies are but souls are made of them and so are aeons and fiends and magic in general.—Oh and yeah, about that..."

"When someone dies, if they haven't accepted their death, they might hang on, filled with confusion and grief, which eventually turns to anger and resentment towards the living, and finally hate—and they turn into fiends, monsters that cannot move on and can only prey on the living. Killing them is a mercy, and it is one of a summoner's duties to perform a sending and guide the dead to their resting place so that won't happen."

"Well. That's not how it works in the bits of the mortal world I know of, but if you say so."

"Kaede distressed by sendings," Kimahri says, gravelly, a faint growl at the back of his throat.

"People dying in general is kind of horrible, yes, especially when you're a human and have no idea about Limbo… Or. Um. Actually you're not all human, so, this–" He frowns. "Hm."

Kimahri makes a sound between an assenting hum and a growl.

"Everyone here knows about the Farplane, ya? It's where we all go to rest, when it's our time."

"So. When you say 'resting place', you mean Farplane, and– I know approximately nothing about there, okay, what's it like, do people get tortured horribly forever or do they just live insubstantially or does it act kinda like Limbo – infinite plane of very little, I expect you'd get quite bored – or is it even better than that because if so I'm not totally sure why you'd hate it overall especially if you can go visit unless there are some convenient limits."

"We don't hate it."

"But the people there aren't completely accessible."

Kaede remains conspicuously silent.

"… Can I have more details on how accessible they are? And maybe what they do there?"

"When you visit you see illus—"