Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
Procellor looks solemn. If you don't want a lair and a starting hoard, we'll understand, but it - are you sure it's normal that you don't have either? Not having a hoard could be responsible for not having magic. Do you want us to give you some of ours anyway?
And maybe just a little tiny hoard? squeaks Yvae. In case you change your mind and want one after seeing mommy and daddy's?
"I'm starting to wonder if I made a mistake in excising your hoarding problems," comments Rose idly. "I'm not sure it took."
Meanwhile, the babies make a little synchronized sad sound. Oooookay says Pyranir. If you say so.
Dragons from other worlds are weird, says Yvae, to her brother.
"It might make sense to imagine the dragons from other worlds as being another species entirely."
"They live in different places and act differently and they can do different kinds of magic when they do magic, and I've only ever heard of one elf and one human who ever managed to have children together, and they only did that after the human one died and was reincarnated as an elf and grew up and married her elf boyfriend."
"It isn't common at all. This was a very special case. She didn't torch - torching wasn't even a thing in our world when it happened - and no other human has ever become an elf when they died, that I know of. But she was very special and she sacrificed her life to save the world, so she got to have a second life as an elf so she could be with the elf she loved."
Are you sure that isn't a made-up story? Yvae asks, skeptically. I've never heard of magic doing that!
Not all magic works like ours, little one, her father informs her. We hardly know what their world's magic is capable of. If you'd told me a day ago I wouldn't want to hoard anymore, and that I'd be immune to death... I wouldn't have believed it possible.
Oooooooooh... says Yvae, thinking. So what does magic do in your world? Do other people get reincarnated?
"I think the reincarnation was a thing that just happened once," he says. "There are a bunch of different kinds of magic in my world that different species can do. Humans can be Wildmages or High Mages, elves can be Elven Mages, unicorns have special unicorn magic, the Endarkened had their own magic but now they're all dead except Aianon and he's different, and the Wild Magic is sort of like a god that oversees it all, but it interacts most with Wildmages and unicorns. Which kinds do you want to know more about?"
"A god is... something like the Wild Magic," says Elasirae, tilting his head and sounding vaguely apologetic about the obvious inadequacy of this explanation. "I'm not sure how to define them. But the Wild Magic in particular is... well, it's sort of like all the magic in the world is collectively a person, and it's very big and knows almost everything and wants to make the world better but it can't do very much except pass messages through unicorns and set Mageprice for Wildmages. My friend Sherial's Bondmate Lissa explains that part much better than I can."
"Mageprice is part of doing one of those kinds of magic," he explains. "When a Wildmage does a spell, the Wild Magic sets a mageprice, and if they want the spell to happen they have to agree to whatever it is. For small spells it's small things, and for bigger spells it's bigger things. But it's usually not paying things like money or treasure; you could think of it as... doing the Wild Magic a favour in exchange for the spell. And whatever the favour is, it's always either something that helps the spell come about by you doing it, or something that helps make the world a little better even if it's not in an important or obvious way, or both."
"The Endarkened were mostly evil," Elasirae explains. "They're what everyone else was saving the world from, all the times the world was saved before they were almost all killed. Aianon wasn't evil like the rest of them, so he ran away to a remote island long before that and he and his Bondmate Ansharil, who is a dragon he met on the way, lived there alone together for thousands of years."