She takes Ellayania's hand.

And they're elsewhere, on an ashy island, standing upon black cliffs overlooking a huddled little town.

"Gloomy little place."

"Yeah. Probably used to be better, but there was a volcanic eruption pretty recently. Made it a hard place to live."

"Unmanaged eruptions tend to do that. Tisvetaia would be beside herself, I'm sure."

"Maybe we can import her! People'd appreciate her more here than in the Shivering Isles, I think. Though the volcano's supposedly the heart of a dead god that was fired into the earth, which might complicate things..."

"Possibly. I would not want to get her in any trouble."

"This world's kind of weird in a 'designed by a committee of gods who all hate each other' kind of way. Still, we could - after we get rid of Alduin - experiment with what'll work well, maybe."

"Yes. We'll see how things go."

"Yeah."

"I'm thinking we should head into town and ask around a bit. Unfortunately godhood didn't come with omniscience. Rude."

"A good place to start. And this way you have something to grow towards."

"Yeah!"

On the way down the cliffs, she explains why Solstheim - there's been some cultists of the First Dragonborn, who had been angry at the Last Dragonborn for 'heresy' before the Last Dragonborn died. Miraak, the First Dragonborn, is associated with Hermaeus Mora, and whatever he's going it looks to be very bad news and not particularly helpful. Hence stopping him.

"So this Miraak is, what, back from the dead?"

"Either that or suspended animation of some kind."

"Lovely."

"Pretty much."

And onward, to terrorize charm some rather wary and gruff residents into telling them everything they know.

It's hard to tell a god 'no' in person, especially when you haven't met one before and they're talking like this.

That does indeed get quite a few more stammered answers! Plus a few 'my Lord Sheogorath and - ah - friend - '. Still, people seem intensely confused about what's been going on lately - pretty much having no concrete memories from the last three weeks, and most are oddly listless.

(The dark elves here have more open daedra worship, Glint murmurs to Ellayania).

That explains the fearful deference.

One of her blessings is enhanced memory. If theirs has been deleted, it won't help, but if the memories are merely suppressed, it might.

It helps a few, a little bit.

There's - something about a stone. A place.

They don't remember.

Well, that's frustrating.

Glint hums, searching, tapping her fingers - people by now know an avatar of at least one Daedric Prince is wandering their village so most are trying to give them a wide berth without looking like that's what they're doing -

There's a young dark elf girl staring at them, intent in a way most people here aren't.

Glint crouches down, calling out, "Hey! Do you know anything about weird stones?"

The girl nods, seriously, and skips over before curtsying. "Yes my Lord. The cultists are making people work at the stones and the stones are stealing their personness and selfness and madness and every single -ness, really."

"Thank you," Glint says, sincerely. "We can't have anyone stealing people's madness. That's downright heresy. I'll reward you for telling me, since I know disobeying the cultists is risky, but I can give you more if I know more, okay? Do you know where the stones and the cultists came from?"

"The cultists are for the real Dragonborn. They're mean. There's a big temple in the middle of the island and my Skaal friend says there's spooky stuff coming out of it, and I think they carried the stones from there," the girl says. "I can point to a map but then I wanna be a wolf."

Glint hums. "I don't have a map, sadly... What do you say I take you flying and then you point it out? Do you wanna be a wolf here or in my Realm, or somewhere else?"

The girl claps. "Flying! And your Realm!"

Glint grins. "Well, good!" To Ellayania: "Want to tag along, or wait for me to get back with the temple location?"

"I'd like to see this for myself."

"Right!"

Now to turn her power to flying...

A step sideways, through the Shivering Isles...

And then they're hovering far over the island. Not falling, which is always a bonus.

"Hah! Got it!"

Ellayania's eyes flash to red.

She has perfect recall anyway, but the sharingan has better visual acuity than standard eyes.

(Pretty!)

The girl points out the temple, makes a few exclamations, and then Glint moves them back to the Shivering Isles, pats the girl on the head, and when she removes her hand the girl turns into a now very happy wolf pup.

"Well, we've done our good deed - now to wreck someone else's day," Glint says to Ellayania.