True seeing. Mage's disjunction.

"Ooh, is that a True Seeing? I've never actually seen it cast, that's kind of neat."

Nothing visibly changes about Tencednil. There are no new visible magic effects on her.

"It is true seeing. An artifact capable of casting a long duration polymorph and greater magic aura could possibly have obscured your true form and powers from both the dead-magic plane and my sight. While I know of no particular artifact of with these capabilities, I would not put it past Hell to create one. It is now close to confirmed that this is not the case. Feel free to get dressed."

"That makes sense! I guess whatever meant you couldn't get things from my mind might have also gone away? Should you try the memory reading spell again?"

She gets dressed while talking.

"I did not perceive any magic warding your memories and I still do not now. Preparing mind probe again is not worth it in expectation."

"Okay, that makes sense. It's called Mind Probe? Is there a place to find these names? If I pick up more spells like Moon's Reflection, no, Dazzling Blade, it would be nice to know what other people call them. Sorry, I'm getting distracted again, where were we."

"There are thousands and thousands of wizard spells. There's not a complete list anywhere but several compendiums exist with descriptions of varying accuracy."

"That makes sense. I guess I'll just have to search for the correct names the hard way, then, or make up my own names and hope it's not a problem. Probably people do that anyway, there must be spells which have been invented more than one time and surely they don't get named the same thing every time."

Felandrial nods. "If this is a prophecy plane or an illusion or some sort of time travel, I would like you to send me a message the next time you experience the week of Desnus 29th. From Korvosa, I can be reached through the international Bank of Abadar via the account called 'stung revere omnibus bleak mariner foresee soils'. I am going to write some things down. Please follow me."

She walks to the edge of the glade. Outdoor desks are set up on a stone floor. She sits down at one and begins writing on a sheet of paper.

"Certainly, that seems worth it even for just the ability to send you a single letter along with it. And sending letters through the Bank has worked well for me in my memories, however trustworthy they are. Stung revere omnibus bleak mariner foresee soils... I don't know if I will remember that string of words, but I can try." She follows Morgethai.

"I will write everything down on this piece of paper and attempt to place it into your memory. You will not be able to forget the information if this works."

"Oh good, that will make it easier. Does that only work on one paper? Can you change the writing afterwards? Does the paper actually vanish, or is it just a memory copy? If it's only one piece of paper per person, maybe I should have brought my familiar friend thing, I don't know what it actually is but it's a shadow that seems to work like a familiar for me. It said it woud vanish when it got too far from me, though, and I didn't want to bring it with to the meeting in case it stood out to anyone who was watching, so I don't have it with me now."

"The spell is called memorize page. It can only memorize one page at a time. Very few pages can be memorized in total; the limit is based on your intelligence. The main benefit of memorize page is that it's instantaneous. It can't be dispelled and leaves no lasting trace. I hope it will travel with your mind even if other magic would not. I believe I can fit everything I need on one page."

"That makes sense. Mother says I have about the cunning to cast second circle spells like the worst Academae graduates, or maybe a little above that but not by much. I don't know what will travel with me but maybe this will work!"

Felandriel spends perhaps the next twenty minutes writing coded messages in tiny letters across the page. Once she's done writing, she prepares a spell and begins casting it. It takes ten minutes to cast.

Memorize page.

Tencednil gains a perfect memory of the page. She can visualize the page as easily as looking at it in person, including minute details visible to close scrutiny by the naked eye.

"There are a few sections with various contingencies. I would like you to send everything under the subheading 'Void' to the account listed next to it. If I am unavailable or if I do not respond within one week, please send everything under the subheading 'Shield' to the account listed next to it. If the Bank will not send your letters or cannot be trusted for some reason, please travel to Almas and give the message under subheading 'Aiudara' to Castien Virrieth. He lives at the address listed next to that subheading. If all of these options fail, write everything under subheading 'Sixteen' down on a piece of paper and drop it off inside the address listed next to the subheading in Absalom. The door will be unlocked."

As Morgethai describes sections, she thinks through them. She can... yes, all of those seem visible in her mental image. Can she copy these out? She Prestidigitates herself a piece of paper... yes, she can copy those, at least at a larger scale. "I think I can do that. Do the exact sizes of the letters matter? I can visualize the paper, but I don't have a good sense of scale to it, so the messages might be larger or smaller. —Do I need to preserve the exact line break positioning? —How precise does my handwriting need to be? No, you don't want me to list everything I can see on the page, yes it's information which is relevant but you already have it, there is nothing I'm concealing here..."

"The size and position of the letters does not matter. The order of the letters does."

"I can replicate that precisely, then. Void to the account, then a week, then Shield to its account if you haven't responded, or if I can't send letters Aiudara to the person at that Almas address, or if none of those work Sixteen to that Absalom address? I can get to Almas and Absalom eventually but probably not before a few days after arriving, and I would need at least a week to make it not be obvious if I'm doing these at the same time as blackmailing the conspiracy because I don't want to teleport straight to Almas from Korvosa in that case, they're probably watching for that. Maybe not for, uh, Castien Virrieth, I guess, and if these aren't obviously associated with you I might not need to be as careful."

"That is acceptable." She waves a hand and the original page catches on fire. It is quickly reduced to ash. "Now, what would you like me to increase with your wishes?"

"Splendor, please! Being better at sorcery seems more valuable than anything else right now."

She pulls a scroll and two diamonds from her pack. "You might want to have detect magic up. It's not every day you get to see this."

"Oh definitely yes." Detect Magic, and she will watch everything she can. This is not something which comes up often, she definitely should not miss the chance.

Wish. Wish. Wish.

Three brilliant spells. Perfection compressed into nine shining points of light. Tencednil's mind expands. She feels somehow more real than she did before.

She can see the stability of her Detect Magic firming up, her grasp on it solidifying as the magic bends more easily to her will. She — doesn't just start blurting out everything that comes to mind, she can see that that would be unwelcome right now, and that's not what the Geas actually meant. It was words, and words are an imperfect medium to convey her meaning, but that's fine. If she stands like... this... and angles her head just so, Morgethai knows what is happening, and will understand what she needs to convey.

She thinks back over their conversation, tilting her head slightly and unfocusing her eyes in a half-remembered pose people use when they're thinking back. That should be enough for the Geas. There, and there, and... there... there are so many places she can suddenly see how to gracefully deflect, how she could have thought faster than her mouth could speak and directed the conversation as she wanted it to go, if she wanted it to go. (Her eyes open wide, her eyebrows rise, she closes them again and nods. A realization, as plain on her face as writing on a page at midnight.) That she does need to convey, but not before they start speaking again, it's not responsive to any particular part of this.

Could she deceive Morgethai now? Those little twitches before she the Geas, that incredible ability to see where she's going before she got there... no, that would be hopeless. Unsurprising. Wishes aren't that good, archmages are. ...Gallipsiwhoop was tracking her just as well, at least to her ability to discern it. She nods to the dragon, who is still watching her intently, quirking her lips in a smile as if conceding something. Good, that communicated.

And, of course, there's the spell. The first was amazing. The second showed her how much she was missing, and she only barely caught her Detect Magic in time. The third, she watches in all its glory, lost a little bit in the beauty of the magic, how it takes a gem and mere words and rewrites reality on such a fundamental level. What an absurd process. Her mouth smooths over, her eyes opening a little wider, and her jaw half-drops, admiring its beauty. Morgethai surely didn't need that, but the compulsion sits on her still, and what else is there to do? It's truly incredible.