:No.: 

So the thing could be centuries old and long out of use, maybe? ...It still doesn't make a lot of sense but she's grasping at straws here. :Er, Pexa, do you know anyone who say's they're from Valdemar?:

:Van! And -: She can't quite say Yfandes's name but she can try to shove the concept.

That gets her a very surprised look. :- What, really, you remember Vanyel? And Yfandes?: Savil feels like she was maybe just barely starting to make sense of this and now she's lost her footing again and it's deeply unfair. She wants a drink.

:Van's nice! Is he here? Can he play with me?:

Savil doesn't answer right away.

:It's, er. Complicated. He's - around, yes, but... I think we're - not on the same page about something, here...: This isn't the most coherent answer, especially not for a three-year-old to parse. Savil shakes herself a bit.

:He's busy right now anyway. I'm going to, er, ask a friend of mine to come over. Are you hungry?:

And to Kellan: :I think we'd better get Lancir here:

:I'm hungry!:

Then food can be gotten for her! It's not as nice as the food they eat at the palace in Cheliax but it's decent.

And ten minutes later a new man arrives. He's also old and grey-haired, and has bright blue eyes. He sits and smiles at her, and reaches to tousle her hair - really this is so he can at least try to get enough Mindspeech rapport to talk to her, his Gift is very weak and only works with people in the same room.

...He can't, but this seems very important. Important enough that Taver is boosting to talk to him, even though normally Lancir needs to be in trance to do that from a distance. Having such weak Thoughtsensing can be awfully inconvenient sometimes. :Taver: he sends. :Can you -:

He doesn't need to finish the question. Taver is a Groveborn Companion and has MANY capabilities that he mostly keeps to himself, and apparently one of them is boosting Lancir directly so he can talk to the tiny child who claims to know about Vanyel and also permanent Gates.

:Pexa, right?: he says to her. :My name is Lancir. I'm the Queens Own Herald to Queen Elspeth. Have you heard of Elspeth?:

:No.:

He's not very surprised but he is confused. :Do you know who the monarch is in Valdemar:

:....no.: She is pretty sure she has been told this but she does not remember it at all.

Well, she is a very small child. :Do you happen to know if Valdemar has a King or a Queen, in, er - when you were last told about it?:

:Cheliax has a King and a Queen! Valdemar has Companions.:

Well, it's not false. Lancir smiles reassuringly at her. :Yes, indeed. And you know Vanyel and Yfandes? How?:

:They play with me!! Van is the bestest at magic.:

...He's so confused. Vanyel is...well, he's the most powerful mage ever seen in Valdemar but describing him as the 'bestest' does not, exactly, fit.

:Did you visit him in Valdemar or does he come to, er, to Cheliax?:

She tries to think through the question for a while and gets stuck on not being clear which places are which places.

Lancir sighs. Move on to something else. :Savil says that your daddy is a powerful mage and he made you that ring?:

:Yeah!:

:Well, good for him! It's quite an impressive working. Is there any chance you know where your daddy grew up and what school he studied at?: Lancir isn't expecting much, here, but it's possible the answer will be somewhere in Rethwellan, which he might even have heard of.

She is pretty sure she doesn't know but he seems to think it's very important so she tries considering it very hard. :Urtho taught him. He'll teach me too when I'm bigger.:

:Oh, I see: Lancir doesn't recognize the name at all. :Are both your parents mages?: It sounds like she's expecting to be one when she grows up.

:My mommy is a wizard and that's different.:

:Oh? What's different about it?: