"Wow, you're right, I do love that idea," he says. This is very blatantly a lie. "Who're we scrying for?"

Yfandes looks expectantly over at Vanyel. 

Oh gods does he have to say it. 

Talking out loud is too hard so he goes back to Mindspeech. :His name was Tylendel Frelennye: He can send a mental image at them if they need that too. 

"Casting a scry takes an hour, the way I know how to do it," he warns him, and then starts spinning an elaborate magic construct around a silver mirror in front of him.

"Hey, Van, does your magic do flying?"

Oh thank the gods it's a distraction. "I can't fly myself. I can float things? Probably that means flying with it is theoretically possible, it'd just be a complicated spell." 

"Mahdi you gotta let him fly."

Mahdi looks up; the complicated construct he's working on around the silver mirror collapses. "Sure," he says, with a sigh, and pulls yet another elaborate tangle of mage-energy out of thin air in front of him, and holds out his hand to offer it to Vanyel. 

Vanyel carefully doesn't ask if this means he needs to start the scry all over again and aaaaaaaaa. He shrugs and reaches out to take the magic. 

"Nine minutes, the descent is gentle for one minute after that and then stops being gentle so don't go too high. Or land on Fazil, if you must go too high."

"Magical healing is a blessing from the gods for our health and happiness and is not a replacement for Feather Fa-"

"Don't believe a word he says, his favorite thing in the world is healing up me and Mahdi after we duel for absolutely no reason."

"Go enjoy your Fly spell and try not to almost kill yourself and if you do I can in fact sink a city's worth of Healing into you but I will give you a hard time about it at least twice."

:Just so you know: Yfandes sends privately to Fazil, :he almost kills himself with some regularity, but I think this occasion should be fine:

:Van, I'll keep time for you. Have fun: 

And he steps up into the air, and - flies. 

It's very distracting! Also, wow, he could see how this could be incredibly useful, especially combined with an illusion so he can't be seen... He doesn't go too high, but tests how fast he can move. 

:Do your world's gods not send people to Hell for that?: he asks Yfandes worriedly.

:...Um, for what part? The being excessively reckless?: 

:Killing yourself.:

:...Not that I'm aware of? Honestly I'm sort of dubious that Hell is actually a thing in our world, although it might depend on the local god, and it's pretty hard to check directly: 

:That makes sense. We can tell by scrying, the government does population statistics on it.:

:...Wow. What a concept. Do people, er, reincarnate, in your world?: 

:No? Or not very often, there's a rare spell for it.:

:Huh. I think that's the usual thing in our world, actually: 

:That seems - well, better than Hell. Worse than Axis.:

:What's Axis?: