"...Got any more detail on that? What's going to cause the upcoming one - what kind of Cataclysm? What kind of 'anything' would stop it?" 

"The original one caused some - ripples, in a way I do not understand because it involves a lot of mage stuff and math and I'm not specialized for either, in the other planes, and they're going to come back around. Leareth's projection is that magic will stop working and normally stable spells will wear away, Gifted people will be accordingly in some trouble, the weather will go completely nuts, and there'll be Changecreatures like you get in the Pelagirs all over the place. He thinks it'd be months or years before it'd even start calming down. Leareth's got a plan but as you have noticed there's a step in there which is 'either conquer Valdemar or metaphorically blow up the moon' and that's where we're at right now."

"I see." 

"So I guess if you had your own Cataclysm-aversion plan and it seemed pretty good that would also get him to back off."

"Hmm. That's a pretty tall ask, but - fair, I guess." Savil rubs the tip of her nose. "Anything else you think we ought to discuss right now before Shavri and I go?" 

"I don't think so. Although if you have more stuff you want to cover and you're just putting it off to space things out I'd rather you didn't, I'm not sure yet how well I'll be able to adjust to sleeping alone so I might just get steadily groggier and stupider over time."

"I'm sorry! We're not putting anything off, just - I guess we need time to sit down and think about what's relevant next, and we're still trying to figure out how to make good use of your being here. We'll try not to dawdle with that, I promise. Hopefully we can meet again later today." 

"Okay. Thank you."

Savil nods to her and hauls herself out of the chair with a sigh. "We'll send a message after lunch." 

Shavri gives her a tired smile and follows Savil out. 

Belrun starts coding Leareth a letter; it could be weeks till the next dream.

Jisa has had a brilliant idea! 

Her parents won't tell her anything, which is so frustrating, and listening under the door doesn't work when meeting-rooms are shielded with sound-barriers. But! She's discovered that the guest wing is less shielded! There are shields against Thoughtsensing, of course, but they're not as powerful, and nobody shields against Mindhealers because there aren't enough of them to be worth bothering. 

She peers through the shields at the person's mind, it's a very interesting mind even if she can only see the structure of it - a very clever person - she would like them, she thinks. 

–ooh what's that part, there's a tree, a new-looking one - is that a lifebond like her Mama and Papa? Almost without thinking, Jisa reaches in and pokes it a bit to try to see where it goes. 

It goes so far away! It looks really uncomfortable!

Eeek! It doesn't look like it's supposed to do that! She's kind of mad at Papa now for apparently making this person come all this way when her lifebonded is somewhere really far! Maybe she can poke a teeny tiny bit more and see what direction her lifebonded is in...

Belrun doesn't scream.

It takes really quite a lot of effort not to scream but if a Mindhealer is doing something to her this is not actually a problem she can solve by sending Chalan after them with a sword, there's no good way to prove it - damn it, she'd liked Melody - there could be another one? -

- what does she have.

She's not positive this was authorized, she might have inspired vigilante action - Savil left seeming to be thinking clearly and not completely in despair - what does she have.

She flicks her eyes around the room. Notebook - lunch - door - window -

- somebody's Companion out the window, nibbling the clover -

:Excusemehelp ?somebody?don'tknow who doing Mindhealingthing to me towhomitmayconcern!!!: she blurts, nearly biting through her lip.

:...What?: The Companion's head twitches up and she crosses the path at a trot, heading for Belrun's window. :Who - oh, are you the foreign not-diplomat from Rethwellan– JISA!: 

Jisa, who's been hiding crouched behind a rosebush below the window, makes a loud squeaking sound and jumps and then yelps even more when the rosebush's thorns catch in her hair and sweater. "Ack! What?" 

The feeling of Mindhealing stops. 

:Thank you:

And now a very sheepish-looking girl of about eight or nine is being hauled up by the Companion grabbing her sweater in its - her - teeth. 

Belrun takes deep breaths, glaring, trembling.

:Someone: the Companion sends, :has been very naughty and owes you an apology. I should drag her off to her mother. Er, did she do any - harm... Anything needs fixing?: 

:I, I don't know, it's not obvious but - I - I don't know:

:Should I call Melody and have her check: 

:Is the kid sure either way?:

:She says she definitely didn't change anything but she's also nine: