Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
All of them have in fact mastered osanwë though some of their metaphors leave the fact of their existence or some senses public. She explains how to avoid this.
They correct for this. "Does not to hand mean you don't own one or there isn't one in your pocket?"
"I don't know myself to own one but they have enough military applications I'd be surprised if I don't; I've asked for it."
"Rirosseth, will you be able to make it reasonably intuitive when you're relaying who's saying all the things?"
"Confirm she's the Imperatrix, if so tell her the Maitimo sent us her way... what time limit are we looking at?"
"Ten minutes each scry, but if she's fine with us doing it again from there then it won't matter that it gets harder to do repeatedly."
"She might be suspicious of most ways of describing intentionally allowing a scry even if she's fine with talking so watch it."
"Some spells you can, like, resist by force of will, and the sensation of - iiiit's not going to be useful to any of you if I say it's like dropping spell resistance, is it - well, it's just a little conspicuous that it's a vulnerable mental action?"
"You could send it to me. I won't be able to send it to her, though, assuming the crystal ball with telepathy isn't just letting me use my native telepathy."
"Well, we can decide whether to bring it up with her depending how the conversation is going."
"Letting somebody scry you or something is like -" She puts it on the correct side of her metaphor. Not like taking off your clothes, like taking someone's hand and sticking it under your clothes for them.
So she takes Cam's letter and Annie's hand and fixes the new Bell in her mind and looks for her.