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In Paraasilan, Esmaar, a pair of roommates are about to break a rule that, compared to the one about running in the corridors or even the one about unlicensed teleportation, is there for a good reason.
In unison, they complete their shared spell.
Adarin in Elcenia
"Well, this is a school, and Korulen's translation spell on you will keep indefinitely; you can visit the library if you like."
"It depends on which version she used, but probably; most versions in modern circulation do. If not I can oblige her to look up one that will and replace it."
Adarin nods, then replies, "I'll have to test it by going to the library. Thank you very much for your help."
He's pleasantly surprised by the friendliness of the powerful dragon-woman that could break his mind with a mere thought. Perhaps he can calm down a bit, now. This entire adventure could be turned around to be a good thing, if portal creation is that lucrative - if the money's transferable, it's more to throw around at home.
He's pleasantly surprised by the friendliness of the powerful dragon-woman that could break his mind with a mere thought. Perhaps he can calm down a bit, now. This entire adventure could be turned around to be a good thing, if portal creation is that lucrative - if the money's transferable, it's more to throw around at home.
"The lift will take you to the library or Ataan Hall or the cafeteria if you just tell it those locations," Keo says. "If you need anything else, just think my name clearly and firmly and I'll answer. Korulen's going to escort you into town for a cursory shopping trip at her and Saasnil's expense, since this room obviously doesn't have sheets or a change of clothes or whatever. At your convenience; just let me know and I'll send her to you."
"That would be fantastic. I'd like to write my letters, first but- how long are shops here open? If I'm on a deadline then they can be postponed," he replies.
"Your selection will decrease after roughly sunset, but if you'd prefer to shop at twenty-third-and-naught she will still be able to find you something."
Adarin pauses. He realizes the obvious. He has absolutely no idea how any measurements of time work here. "Do you have a clock that could tell me the time? And how long the measurements are."
"Clock, no, time-telling abilities yes." Keo casts a quick spell, and there, floating in the air at convenient eye-level, is the time. "If you can read those numbers, Korulen used a spell that does literacy as well as spoken language," she adds. (The numbers are perfectly legible.)
"I can read them just fine," he says, pleasantly surprised. "I'll make a trip to the library in my future, then. But judging by the time... A shopping trip sooner rather than later would be best, I think."
"All right. The library has paper, for your letters," Keo adds. "And the time comes in angles, degrees, ticks, and splits - dawn is naught, noon is about sixth-and-naught, sunset about twelfth-and-same, midnight ninteenth-and-naught."
"I'll... Try to remember that, but I have another solution to help," states Adarin.
Adarin has a decent memory, but there is no way he's going to be able to remember all of that. Instead he peers at the magic time-teller, then begins a spell. A short minute later and there's a nicely decorated illusionary clock, floating on the wall, matching the time of the time-teller. It has a pleasant little background to it that has a very basic illusion of the weather and time outside.
"There. That should work," he says, rather pleased with himself. Even if the time-telling spell is dismissed, the clock will tell time as normal. "I'll put off my portal-creation a little while to make sure I'm comfortable."
Adarin has a decent memory, but there is no way he's going to be able to remember all of that. Instead he peers at the magic time-teller, then begins a spell. A short minute later and there's a nicely decorated illusionary clock, floating on the wall, matching the time of the time-teller. It has a pleasant little background to it that has a very basic illusion of the weather and time outside.
"There. That should work," he says, rather pleased with himself. Even if the time-telling spell is dismissed, the clock will tell time as normal. "I'll put off my portal-creation a little while to make sure I'm comfortable."
Keo dismisses her illusion of the time when she sees it's been made redundant. "All right. Do you need anything else from me right now?"
"Yes. They could take a while; I have a bit of explaining to do, and since I'm on a timetable to have more shops open..." says Adarin, then he shrugs. "I can have time to think and organize what I'll say while looking at sheets."
"All right." Keo tilts her head, and says, "Korulen's on her way."
Off she goes.
Korulen emerges from the lift door a half-degree later, looking nervous.
Off she goes.
Korulen emerges from the lift door a half-degree later, looking nervous.
Adarin attempts a little smile at her. He is still firmly on the side of 'Be as friendly as possible and prevent horrific mind-trauma,' but this falls more on the side of general courtesy. Obviously the girl regrets it, and realized the gravity of the situation fairly quickly. Her companion, he might take more offense to, though.
"Hello again," he says, not sounding cross with her.
"Hello again," he says, not sounding cross with her.
"...Hi. I'm supposed to take you into Paraasilan and buy you sheets and clothes and whatever else you need."
"I'm... fine. Saasnil's not really old enough to wander around town unsupervised - by someone who knows the world, I mean - anyway."
"True, but- I'm trying very hard not to assume? I don't know how any of your various species and pointy ears affect your lifespans. She could just look young and be a hundred years old," points out Adarin. "I, for example, am 46. Most people think I'm 18 or 19."
"Oh, no, Saasnil's a human, she's twelve," Korulen says. "I'm forty-two, but that's fourteen in human equivalency."
"Aha. Then humans are a convenient measuring point," replies Adarin. He's starting to get something of a hang of this world! Sort of. "But you see, that's the sort of thing that I wouldn't have known. I wouldn't have guessed you were nearly my age."