"Good night!"

She goes to ask her skull if it needs anything.

"I don't need much. How long do you sleep?"

"About eight hours. Will you be bored?"

"I should be fine. I'll think about one of my lives."

"One of your lives?"

"Oh, I suppose they're not mine. I was recorded by five or six people with their knowledge, initially, as part of the process that created me. I can supply more information than recorded, but only if someone asks me. Otherwise I just know what they put into me."

"Oh, so that's how you're made! How peculiar."

"Unfortunately, they named me as well. It's embarrassing, you know, people often choose names for magical constructs in languages that they don't speak natively, but I don't use language in the same way- everything stored in me is language-independent, even though I only speak Ta'admarian. I'm sure it was prettier in the original."

"Well, can't you change your name?"

"I suppose I could call myself something else, but that would be odd. You don't think your true name is more important than any others you could be called?"

"I don't even know what my name was before I got adopted, I have amnesia."

"Huh. For magical constructs, we start knowing our name. I know who named me, but I remember existing with the name from the beginning. It's important to keep it."

"Well, I'll call you that or something else as you prefer. Though you'd have to tell me what it is, I don't think you introduced yourself.

- do you know what species I am?"

"-they call themselves people. Or something that means people."

"Can you tell me the word in their language? I speak it."

"-sorry, I don't think so. I get things from other languages but I can only speak the one language. If you ask me questions about them, I might know some answers."

"Will I spring when I'm grown up? Where do they live? Do they put a lot of kids into the adoption system?"

"You'll spring, albeit in a different time of year. I'm not sure where they live. They don't put many kids into the Amentan adoption system."

"...a different time of year, how odd. When you aren't sure of something, like where they live, could you sometimes know some things about it if I asked different related questions?"

"Sometimes, but I won't know until you ask the right questions. It could be that no one wrote it down."

"How many countries of the species are there? Do they live - on or in or within, Amenta and its moons. What's their biggest city called."

"I don't know how many countries there are. They live- on Amenta, but not the same Amenta as you. It's next to yours, but not- physically. It exists in parallel to yours without overlapping, maybe. I don't know how they do that, it's nothing like the magic we have here. Maybe something like the Ethereal plane. The biggest city is called Midwinter."

"Ooooh. Thank you!"

Lintalai's mimir will answer any other questions she has about Amentan plant fairies or otherwise (as long as they don't seem like steps on the path to evil wizardry) until she's ready to go to bed.

And the next day they can return to diplomacy with formians.

Intrepid has little to add, and Lintalai has her own translation solution, so he once again leaves them alone while he goes for a run.