"Right. I don't know what precisely triggers it - it's not just disliking the gods, I did for years before..." 

:Rolan knows, at least: Yfandes jumps in to both of them; as usual she's been listening in through Vanyel's ears. :About what happened with me. He wanted to keep it from the rest of the herd, I guess to avoid alarming them, but he'll recognize it if it starts happening more: 

"I guess that's good."

:I'm torn on whether we should check in and ask. I don't want it to catch anyone off guard, but - also a bit worried that bringing it up at all will make it happen, somehow: 

"Could you ask Rolan directly?"

:We're way out of even his Mindspeech range. Even if he were to go right to the Border - he's got better range when he's inside the Web area, I think, he boosts from it. He couldn't reach Valdemar from Kata'shin'a'in, he had to travel back overland to warn them we were delayed: 

"And he's not a mage, he can't use the artifact. I guess we could write a letter and say it's for Rolan's eyes only - I assume he can read, he'd need help opening it though." It's also kind of a surreal mental image. 

"Or, uh, tell someone a new encoding you plan to use and tell someone else the encoded message and hope Rolan can do it in his head after hearing from both of them?"

"Ooh! That might work. It'll be faster than a letter, too. And I don't think it looks that weird to be specifically conveying a message only for Rolan." 

"I hope it helps!"

:We should take some time to figure out a good condensed message, and let you get back to work in the meantime - maybe after supper you can help us?: 

"Sure, but no skimping on the singing on that account."

"Singing afterward will be really good motivation to get it over with efficiently!" Vanyel scrapes up the last bite on his plate. "All right, I think I'll go peruse Leareth's library for interesting reading material and then come sit around in your workshop?" 

"Sounds good!"

Vanyel joins her half a candlemark later with a couple of books on obscure magic, and a notebook so he can jot down Yfandes' ideas for the message to Rolan.

Tarinda is doing metallurgy.

Vanyel smiles warmly at her whenever she next looks up, and settles down with his book. 

It's nice to have company.

Vanyel doesn't spontaneously start humming to himself, in case it would distract Tarinda, but if she does at any point then he'll harmonize with her. 

That gets a distracted smile out of her.

By suppertime, he's finished his book and also has a draft message for Rolan and a proposal for a different random obscure book to use for the code. 

She encodes the message with the new book.

And they can very efficiently send it! Savil doesn't seem especially confused or suspicious about Yfandes having a private message for Rolan. 

Songs time!

Songs time! Vanyel is beaming.