"...I don't know. I can't really tell yet, I'm not a smart enough wizard."

Daernir looks liable to pout about this, but then he brightens up.

"Oh! Try sensing things, then I can see if you're doing magic things."

She will pick up the nearest food-looking plant.

Lintalai has the same food-related senses as always. She does notice an improvement in her ability to notice physical details of the plant that she's not paying direct attention to.

"Huh, maybe I do see better now? Could be a war-gymnastics thing."

"-it doesn't look like you're doing any magic when you're looking," he says, disgusted. "I'm supposed to be able to detect it but all I can detect is it's on your face."

Daernir is in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but he decides to do wizard things about it instead of bothering Lintalai with it.

At their next lesson, Nue confirms that this change to her senses is a war-gymnast thing.

"Those who specialize in any kind of magic find themselves gaining advantages to certain skills, talents, and innate abilities, even ones not directly related to their specialty."

And with that answered, they can proceed with Lintalai's training. Hadrol and Torrig supervise, offering input on different stances she should try for their respective specialties. She makes slow progress, learning the basics of both.

On the morning before her third such joint session, Lintalai is interrupted by Mahli's arrival at the not-hotel.

Mahli flaps in the air, waiting for acknowledgment.

"Hi Mahli!"

"Lintalai. There may be a way to copy your technology. A spellcaster will arrive her within two days' time who may be of assistance. However, this is not of interest to you. Of interest to you is the message from the priestess of Neselthia whom you spoke with. Usir's priest is available to speak now, of death and the dead and other such things, which plague us even in these Peaceable Kingdoms. Come with me, and bring your wizard who teleports."

"Be right back!" she says, and she goes looking for said wizard.

Said wizard grumbles about being taken away from his research (something which, Lintalai will have noticed, all wizards do) but will happily assist her with teleporting wherever she wants to go. He's a bit more intrigued and less impatient when he realizes there's an angel involved, and follows along with fewer complaints about his important work.

"Here he is, Mahli. Where are we going?"

"We are going to Heliopolis. We will return today, unless you wish to speak with the priest again tomorrow. You are the guiding light."

Mahli says that last sentence like someone quoting someone they deeply respect.

"...what does it mean to be the guiding light?"

"You are the light by which Celestian will find your plane. Celestian will one day wander every plane that has ever and will ever exist, and then they will cease to be. You are the light which will lead them to your world, and then your people will live long lives full of babies and self-determination."

...Lintalai's wizard thinks this is weird as limbo but isn't going to say so.

"Oh good," beams Lintalai.

"Using the portals inside to travel to Heliopolis would be much safer than teleporting. Teleporting across layers is incredibly challenging- I can do it, of course! But it may require-"

"We are being assisted. You may teleport without difficulty as long as Lintalai and I are with you."

-well. The wizard teleports them- directly to Heliopolis. He seems a lot more surprised about this turn of events than perhaps he should be.

"You will explore the city, if you wish. I will find you when Lintalai is ready to return."

"Thank you for the ride!"

The wizard...wanders off, shaking his head and mumbling through the spellwork he's working on.

"Do you have any further questions before we meet the priests? You are a very curious young prime."

"We can go straight to them. I'm sure I'll have questions soon enough."