"Sure."

So he opens a portal.

"All right. Time to leave?"

"Yeah, as soon as I have a clear path out. This is going to be disorienting and uncomfortable," he warns, and casts his attention out along the path, and—a dizzying series of abrupt transitions later, they're floating in vacuum wrapped in golden light, just long enough for Dawn-shining to drop an update on Sun-dark—and after a somewhat more sedate series of hops along a somewhat more comfortable route, they're standing in the imperial palace in Nuime.

"Nice place," he says, squinting. "Little bright, though."

"It's Esarkan's palace. Okay. You know what, I'm going to be self-indulgent," and they're on the cliff overlooking Lake Kalas and he opens a portal into his Sphere.

"Actually, how does your soul avoid hurting everyone's eyes with all that glowing?" he wonders as he steps through the portal.

"It just kinda does. Souls are convenient like that."

"I'm looking forward to having my very own."

As soon as they're back on the hill by the palace, he says to Dalvor and the Kevarsins, It worked, come see Nuime.

Dalvor and the Kevarsins emerge from the palace.

"Has your emperor been warned?"

"Not as such. I'll tell him when I bring you to visit."

"Troublemaker."

He laughs.

They all troop through his Sphere and onto the cliff, and then he pops them over to the palace and tells his father to come meet them and pops unannounced into Esarkan's office with Dalvor.

"You have an alt!"

Dalvor and Esarkan look at each other.

They continue looking at each other.

Yep, that's still happening.

That is some intense looking that's going on there.

"...Should I go away and leave you to get better acquainted?"

They simultaneously burst out laughing.

Dalvor recovers first. "Dalvor Iserra Zaranye Aluvanna," he says. "King Dalvor."

"Dekha-fanshel Zierni Esarkan. Emperor Esarkan," he says. "Taliar, give me everything you know about this man's world and then go away."

He dumps a mental summary on him and says, "Have fun."

They're going to do politics, of course. Wonderfully efficient politics.

All right, has Corino already found places for all the rest of them to sit and manifest their souls?

He has!

"I'd like to step into Suranse and get my wings," he says. "I imagine Esarkan would be delighted and Dalvor wouldn't mind at all."

"I imagine you're right. They looked like they were considering merging into a single being," he says, laughing. "I should find Nezhefena and see if she feels sufficiently accomplished. Mother too."

"Good idea."

And he pops to the cliff and steps into the open portal.

When he fetches Nezhefena:

"Just how accomplished do I need to be? Never mind, let's find out."

And when he fetches his mother:

"Sun-dark and Summer-blue are going to envy you deeply. Well, until Sun-dark gets this genocidal aliens problem sorted out and joins you in the ranks of the winged. Or do you suppose Atialemain will do it? Are your standards too high for that? Whose standards are applicable?"

"Good question."

He fetches Summer-blue.

"Getting kinda crowded in here," says Summer-blue when the two of them step into Dawn-shining's Sphere.