"Well. I wish you the best of luck. In terms of what you can share - I would prefer you not bring up the plan to make a god at all, or the original power source. Partly because it is moot and partly because I am concerned it would cause trouble with the other Companions and their Heralds, similar to what Vanyel had." He pauses for a moment. "Everything else is, I think, fine to share, though I would ask that you use your judgement on whether it is relevant. Thank you for being willing to do this." 

And Leareth can arrange for someone to Gate her to the message-drop location and then escort her down the road to the Guard-post. 

And there she waits.

A woman wearing a blue uniform comes out shortly. "Heya! Are you Promise? I'm, er, General." 

"Yes, I'm Promise. Which way?"

"I was told they wanted you to decide whether to meet here or in Haven?" 

"Either is all right with me. If I'm staying anywhere very long I will want to plant a tree there to live in."

"A tree to..." General trails off, she doesn't actually need to know. "I think they'd prefer Haven, then, simplifies things. Follow me - I'll have to send a message on the Mindspeech-relay and then it'll be a ten minute wait, probably." 

"Okay." She sits down. Sings to herself. She harmonizes.

That's really neat! After she gets back from passing on the message, General listens curiously, but doesn't say anything. 

Just over ten minutes later, another Gate appears on the doorway to the main storage building. "Well, don't dawdle," a white-haired woman calls across. 

Promise stops singing and flutters through.

The white-haired woman, also dressed in a white uniform like Woodlark's, nods to her. "I'm, er, Wingsister. I spoke with Moondance and, um, Lightning, about you. We appreciate your being willing to come out and talk." 

"You're welcome. What is it you wanted to talk about exactly?"

Wingsister gestures at a path and starts walking, glancing back to make sure Promise is following her. "Well, we want to hear more about your observations of Leareth so far, because Moondance said you had a positive impression of him, and - I'll be honest, that's awfully jarring with what we know. Though apparently we were missing rather a lot of context on him." She says it sharply, almost but not quite rolling her eyes. "Also, we would like to hear your side of things on the, er, Tayledras attack up north. I know you've already explained to other people, but we would find it valuable to hear it again directly, and with a first level Truth spell if that's all right. - Um, if you haven't heard of that, first-level just indicates whether or not you're telling the truth, it won't force you to give answers." 

"That's fine if that's all it does."

"Mmm. The meeting room is just this way." 

And Wingsister ushers her into an ancient-looking stone building, which has low ceilings and isn't really spacious enough to fly in. 

She walks. (She trips, and picks herself up.)

Savil glances back to see if she needs help, but doesn't actually offer her a hand, it doesn't look like she wants it. 

They reach a door, and go in. 

A dark-haired man rises. "You must be Promise. Um, we wanted to check if titles count as names, if it's a title you didn't get until adulthood...?"

"That shouldn't count. I don't know about titles you were born with."

"Well, that doesn't apply in this case. I'm the King's Own. The King hasn't decided for sure if he's willing to meet you face to face, but I can speak for him." 

He sits down, nods to the Herald next to him. 

Several other Heralds introduce themselves by various nicknames. 

Wingsister pulls out a chair for Promise. "Er, if you want to have a seat - I don't actually know if fairies prefer sitting..." 

Promise turns the chair ninety degrees and perches on it sideways so it doesn't obstruct her wings.

"I'm going to cast a first-stage Truth Spell now, if that's all right," the King's Own says, folding his hands on the tabletop.