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Epic's conjuring has adjacency limits, so they go to Aurum (not the Golden Empire itself, the planetoid Cam put down for passing teleporters.) It does not, Epic observes, have any grass, and Andalites like grass, right? He will go around filling up big swathes of it with grass. Different kinds of grass, in case the Andalites have flavor preferences. This whole section will be terraformed like the Andalite home planet, why not. He flies while he does this and seems exceptionally pleased with himself and also now there's resurrection resurrection is great he wonders if they should resurrect his Materian self or if that'd be more like forking him because his Materian self is probably in one of the Materian afterlives not dead dead. He can also fork himself even though he's not a Space Elf!
(Island thinks that this kind of resurrection might not work on flat Elves because of the Elven soul thing and that even if it does work, it is not very likely that anyone with the resurrection power will want to use it to fork anyone before it has been used to resurrect everyone who they can.)
Epic lands and conjures some catalogues and they look through them for things Vanda Nossëo can sell. Epic can conjure Escafil devices just fine. He does this, gives himself morphing, makes tissue samples of every creature he has ever heard of and acquires them and prances around as Glaurung for a while and then remembers there was a dragon even bigger than Glaurung mentioned in the histories in Sad Arda (yet unnamed) and what was it called?
...Ancalagon, Island says, "it was called Ancalagon and it supposedly had the wingspan of a mountain range so maybe it's not a good idea to -"
Epic thinks it is a good idea. Epic has a tissue sample and now Epic is becoming a dragon with the wingspan of a mountain range and this is going to seriously damage and perhaps destroy the planetoid so Epic teleports himself into space to finish turning into a dragon with the wingspan of a mountain range. He makes air around the dragon and flaps and cackles gleefully.
(Island looks through the catalogues. Morphing will sell well; the pocket translators might do, being demon-makable and thus slightly more scalable than Allspeak wands, not that there's a shortage of Allspeak wands. The defanged Gleet biofilters will sell well. The Andalites have the nicest artificial gravity he's yet seen. He asks Epic to conjure for more species, and gets far far more than he can handle, dispatches it to Space for a few hundred thousand people to sift through for relevance.
I'm going home to show Bella! Epic says.
"Remember we don't think you can jump dimensions while in morph," Island says, and the dragon undragons into a nearly-fourteen-year-old Elf with demon wings.
"Yeah, yeah," he says, and pops Shadow-Edda-Space-Hell-Revelation-home.
