And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
"I don't think so. I wouldn't know how to try," she says. "When I change a reflection it doesn't change the reflected thing."
"It would be strange if I was a shifter and a shaper... but..." She trails off contemplatively. "I guess I am probably a Legendary Talent. This is the sort of thing Legendary Talents do. But I am only a shifter one so far."
"Fairies can still be killed by malice or accident, but are often referred to as immortal because of their indefinite lifespans."
"I have the phoenix thing too now," she says. "If I had a lot of phoenixes and a lot of fairies and a lot of unicorns in front of me... and maybe some of those moths or those snakes... then I could put together a way to make lots of people really immortal just by touching them."
"Hmm. For what particular reasons would it have to be a large number of each?"
"Sometimes if I mess up the reflection I can use a bit of another reflection of the same kind of thing and not have to go away and start over. If I only had one of each I would have to go away and start over a lot."
"I don't think so... the quartz crystals have the magic of remembering what some other magic looked like. It's not the same as having the magic itself."