:Perhaps you could write a letter for Urtho as well, then, in a language he will be able to read?: 

:Sure, good plan: She has paper on her, of course. She gets started on that.

Gervase ends up being pulled away by another of the school mages for a discussion in the nearby building, but stays within easy Mindspeech range. 

When she's finished the letters she folds them up neatly and brings them to him.

He thanks her, absently, and tucks the letters away in the pocket of his apron-smock, before returning to his intent conversation. 

The mages of the school mostly seem too busy to pay her any attention, and Jisa is nowhere in sight and not findable by Mindspeech - presumably she's behind shields somewhere - but eventually one of the youngsters does politely inform her that lunch is being served in the main dining hall.  

Then Aza will go have lunch without worrying too much about Jisa's business.

A couple of candlemarks later, Jisa finally emerges from one of the shielded Work Rooms, helping Gervase hobble out. The aged hertasi seems worried and very preoccupied. 

:Azabel?: Jisa reaches out. :I, um, explained the part about Leareth to Gervase, though just so you know I did ask him not to spread it around the school. Er, if you're ready to go, I think I can Gate back now: 

:I don't exactly have anything to pack!:

:Let me just grab my things, then - it's not like I've unpacked anything yet, been busy -: 

And less than five minutes later, Jisa is raising a very tidy and efficient Gate on the stone archway clearly set aside for this purpose. A couple of the White Winds Adepts watch her go. 

...For some reason a white horse wearing saddlebags, with eerily intelligent-looking blue eyes that seem to face a lot more to the front than with most horses, trots after them. 

They emerge from tall bronze doors into a blizzard. 

:Oops! Sorry!: Jisa hastily takes down her Gate and then casts a barrier against the wind and a heat-spell. :Must be from when I Gated over this morning, I guess no one's available for the weatherwork: 

:I know weatherwork and if you can be - let's say convincing that this is a defensive war on your part - I don't mind doing it even if I'm not sure of taking sides altogether:

:That'd be very kind of you. Let's just get inside first - sounds like King Randale isn't up for meeting you, er, he's ill, but Herald Treven is the heir and he and Herald Dara, the King's Own, can talk to you in half a candlemark: 

She offers Azabel her arm and starts forging through the snow toward a long, low stone building just barely visible through the flurries. 

Aza takes the arm and tromps. :Slow down a little, I'm not steady on my feet. What's a King's Own? Or a Herald?:

:Oh, sorry: Jisa slows down. :A Herald is someone who was Chosen by a Companion - like Enara here: 

(The beautiful white horse, following alone with them, makes eye contact with Azabel and nods ponderously, in a very humanlike way.) 

:Companions are, um, magic and intelligent, they're people even though they look like horses, and they Choose people who're well suited to help lead Valdemar, plus usually people who have Gifts, and they bond to us. They were created miraculously when the first King of Valdemar, who founded the kingdom, prayed to the gods for a way to do better governance: 

:They... bond to you?:

:Yes! It's a bit like a lifebond except not as deep - oh, have you heard of lifebonds?: 

:I've heard of them but they're vanishingly rare:

:They're pretty rare here too but we have a weird concentration of them in the Heraldic Circle right now! I'm actually lifebonded and Chosen as well, you can have a look if you want. Vanyel is actually lifebonded for the second time! His partner died twenty years ago but then just recently he met someone new: 

:How did he survive it?: She has a look at Jisa's gears, checks out the driveshafts that, yep, are very prominent and there are two of them.

:I don't know if anyone's really sure. He got Chosen around the time when it happened, probably that helped? And he had a lot of Gifts and an important destiny, with the Foresight dream, so everyone really wanted him to survive. He was still really really sad for decades, though: 

The two driveshafts are similar but not quite identical; one of them is clearly more extrinsic, an add-on to Jisa's mind rather than emerging from the core of her. 

:These are really interesting to look at, thank you. Companions don't, uh, choose random foreign time-travelers, do they?:

:I don't know how their Choosing works, but they usually only Choose Valdemarans - um, and you can decline, if you don't want to be Chosen. My mother did: 

:Oh, okay, cool:

They reach the building, and Jisa shoves open the door and leads Azabel inside. :Welcome to Haven! I'm just going to grab us a meeting-room right away, so we have it - should I get you tea or something to warm up?: 

:I'd appreciate that:

Jisa delivers her to a smallish, reasonably cozy room with armchairs arrayed by a small round table. She lights the fireplace with magic, and shortly later delivers tea. 

:Sorry, I need to go talk to Dara - er, right, I forgot to explain her role. The King's Own is sort of the second-in-command to the monarch, and they're always chosen by the Groveborn Companion, who's a bit different from the other Companions, he's immortal: