Nod.

He does so. A blue halo appears around her head; Promise herself can't see it, but the others in the room can, and relax slightly. 

"Can you tell us, in your own words, about the sequence of events that led to you meeting Leareth and, er, ending up working with him?" Wingsister asks. 

"I was in Fairyland. I encountered a tear, a sort of flimsy interworld gate known to occur sometimes in Fairyland, and went through it. I believe it's now been destroyed by my passage. At the time I was seriously injured, among other things, and fell to the ground in Leareth's territory. This set off some alarms and his people collected me and helped me recover my faculties."

"Ah." Wingsister is curious about the serious injuries and the history there, but it's not directly related to this, so she doesn't ask. "What do you think his motives were, in doing that? Either anything he told you, or your best guess." 

"I think he was curious about me."

"Hmm. Did he, er, pressure you to use your magic to help him with his mission? Whatever his mission even is, I'm not sure if he's told you anything?" 

"I did eventually start teaching sorcery but I did not feel that I was under any pressure to do so."

Nod. Wingsister still looks kind of dissatisfied, but like she's not sure how to approach it. "How long was the interval between when Leareth's people helped you recover, and when the, er, attack happened? And what were you and Leareth up to in that time?" 

"I wasn't counting sleeps - I'm not used to keeping time precisely at all, let alone by a regular day cycle, and anyway he lives underground and I live inside of a tree trunk. Not long, though, I think less than a week. I read some books, that's what set it off. They'd redacted the library of books with living mortals' names but forgot to also take out anything mentioning a god by name and Sunlord's name clicked. I didn't do anything with it, but it wasn't long after that his and the Star-Eyed's forces attacked."

"And how did that end up getting resolved? It sounded like it was a little complicated, going by Moondance's recollection." 

"I don't know what they thought would happen but I asked some questions about how gods do things with Foresight, derived the Star-Eyed's name, and demanded a surrender by planning on insisting that they both stop if one didn't materialize. She did and He didn't. I incapacitated the Ifteli army - with some help and some messiness - and then negotiated details through a leshya'e the Star-Eyed designated as her representative and let the Sunlord mostly resume his normal activities. I healed the surviving casualties of the fighting. The leshya'e conveyed a request that I assassinate Leareth but I have no idea why She thought that might work."

The King's Own tenses. "Are you aware," he says, slowly and carefully, "of all the awful things the man's done?" 

"Probably not, he's pretty old. That doesn't seem like a reason to go around committing murder on the suggestion of a lunatic."

"Also he's apparently immortal, so it's unclear murder would even work." Wingsister rubs the bridge of her nose, eyes distant. "What do you think Leareth's goals are?" 

"He seemed pretty excited about getting sorcerous healing and de-aging in high enough circulation that you could all stop dying constantly?"

The King's Own looks so suspicious of this. 

"I - still don't understand the connection between that, and why he wanted to invade Valdemar before and now claims he's changed his mind? We learned, er, that apparently he told Woodlark his goals were altruistic, but - it's sort of hard to believe." 

"Well, he hasn't done it and he doesn't want to any more. His old plan is moot since the discovery of Fairyland but he didn't want me to relay it anyway."

Frustrated looks are exchanged about this. 

"I - guess I can understand him preferring that," Wingsister says, with obvious reluctance. "But, well, we're sort of not sure where to go from here." 

"...well, I'm not sure what to tell you, I don't even know what you usually do. Fairyland doesn't really have politics of the kind you have at all."

"That's fair enough." Sigh. "I suspect we should break now so we can think about this, and maybe meet again in a candlemark? Someone can show you to a guest-room if you want, or to the gardens." 

"Is there a good place to grow an instance of my tree? - people shouldn't eat any of its parts, that's about like me learning their name, but I can make it not fruit except when I need something to eat, and you could burn it after I go."

Wingsister seems nonplussed, but takes the question in stride. "Hmm. Sure, I reckon we can show you a place in the gardens to put it, and we'll put up a sign for no one to eat bits of it, people are decent at following signage around here."