Vanyel continues to be very confused, and feels like he should be worrying about Valdemar, but it seems like Mindspeaking people here scares them a lot, and also that's really neat. 

He points out the black almost without thinking. 

"Bold choice," she says, and she starts scooping up handfuls of the ground, squeezing and magicking it into the shape of a wing skeleton, turning it to bone, layering it with connective tissue, then muscles, then skin and black feathers. She approaches him with the wings when they're done, feathers trailing on the ground.

Vanyel observes all of this closely, with mage-sight fully open, captivated. 

He's pretty sure he knows what she's planning to do, and - whatever, he expected to be showing up somewhere without context and have things happen to him also without context. Might as well be this. He holds still for her. 

She sticks the wings to his back! This feels WEIRD AS FUCK but is not painful. Now he has wings.

Neat!!! 

...Okay what does he...do...with wings? Can he wiggle them? Flap them? 

He can! He can both wiggle and flap them!

"It'll take practice to fly," she tells him, mostly just to have something to say, he clearly can't understand.

Vanyel thinks he understands the gist. He smiles at her and nods in thanks a lot, and then seeks a slightly more open space to practice flapping, and then flapping-and-jumping... 

When Cam conjures his diorama, he's going to capture Van, intent and cheerful-seeming, mid-jump from a bench, with feathered black wings - and jet-black hair, without any of the previous silver streaks - and also for some reason looking a decade younger -

"Oh thank fuck.

Who wants to summon him. Speaking of things I haven't been telling you."

For a long fifteen seconds, everyone stares at Cam blankly. (Except for Andy, who is super not going to stop what he's doing right now.) 

Shavri, somehow, is the first to piece it together. She really wants to THROW something at Cam right now. "- Wait, so you mean people who've summoned anyone don't die? And just go become - whatever you are...? You could have SAID THAT!" 

Savil is still sobbing, barely tracking the conversation around her. 

"I didn't know if it would work for people here! Where I'm from everyone has an afterlife and summoning just changes which one! It seemed far more likely it wouldn't work at all."

"Oh." 

Shavri has so many feelings, an inexorable tide of them building up behind a fragile, but - not now. Later. For now, she can hold it together. 

"...Right. So - er - how do we summon him? ...Should we be worried the gods will just try to murder whoever does that, too?" 

Savil is half-following and makes a strangled sound. 

"I mean, yes, but apparently you can just get summoned back again until they give up, so possibly that is less threatening than it might otherwise be."

She is not going to laugh, she is NOT, it's NOT funny - 

"Right. So, er, if I summon him - I might get murdered but if I do you can get me back, with wings added?" 

"Wings're optional and in fact he must have jumped right on the option to have them already."

Oh no that's making it even harder not to giggle. Vanyel, jumping on the opportunity to have WINGS of all things - of course he would, though, and they do look very stylish in Cam's little plastic diorama - and he'll blush so much if she teases him about it - 

(Shavri is, perhaps, a little bit giddy about the fact that Vanyel is– well, maybe he really is dead, but he's coming back...) 

She should maybe ask about any other effects less optional than the wings, but it's not like it would change her conclusion. "Tell me how to summon him." 

"I don't know if he'll have his Gifts, so if we're worried about him being a target, it should possibly be someone without any, or who can do without okay. Or Yfandes who might want to just for the insurance purpose - is she okay - is anyone in touch with Yfandes -"

Everyone looks at Taver. 

(Shavri feels terrible that she didn't think of that sooner, but - well - in her defence she was trying to save Vanyel's life, she was really busy -) 

Savil has much less of an excuse not to have thought of it, and she's kind of miserable about it. 

:She is alive:

Taver's mindvoice holds no expression at all. 

:She is - coming this way. With Kellan and Rohan: 

Shavri looks helplessly over at Cam. "Should we...wait...?" 

"Nah, you can always dismiss and resummon when she's here -" Cam makes a circle for Vanyel-the-angel and gives Shavri a pen and points out the spot to fill in.

Savil is overwhelmed and terrified and upset and has no idea how to track any of what's happening, but at the very least she can keep the rain off Shavri's writing surface with a mage-barrier. 

And Shavri looks intently and then carefully fills out the remaining bit.