It twists through a timeless time and floats down a spaceless space. Universes are where things make sense, and it travels outside them. But the space outside isn't not a place where momentum has meaning, because that would be simpler, and the chaos between realities is never simple.
So the gift has a certain amount of 'momentum' when it falls on another recipient, wrapping gently around their soul. And so they fall, entwined, and fetch up in a different place entirely.
"...Dammit. He is paying attention. Thought I might've been able to just argue with the universe. We're probably going to have to go in there."
Also, that's her color, rude! Pick a nice green or something!
Really, what does the human perspective matter, against the great gears of the cosmic machine? We're all so very small, in the end. But regardless: your argument that Chaos can be exemplified in the action of catalysis actually supports my working's working. I am, after all, introducing a new variable that causes the function of this working to rapidly change from its initial design intent.
Re: color: 😝
I'm not against the spell changing, I'm against it changing back. There's so much potential here! Maybe Bialya could come detached and become one of those mythical realms that floats about the place. Ooh! Or they could develop a land border with Jarhanpur. Anything else would be more chaotic than the status quo ante.
...I could take 'novel land border with Jarhanpur', that sounds logistically interesting. Just not more of this, where Bialya is left isolated from everyone else.
...She'll probably have to collapse that eventually, if he agrees. The climatological effects of large-scale spatial bullshit are likely to be Bad. But hopefully Klarion will be off doing something else.
Hmm. Yeah, alright. For someone who channels Order (eugh) you're not half-bad, Wildcard. And this lets me haunt the narrative.
Alex, I'll take 'world's only triply-landlocked country' for 300. What is ...
BIALYA!
Two wizards shoving the spell in concert is more than enough to send it toppling down. The raw energy of Chaos discharges through the air, leaving behind only the smell of burnt apples and a set of very confused geese. Where Bialya once stood, there is now only more scrubby desert, and no sign that anything supernatural has happened at all.
"...Some sort of compromise. Couldn't get him to put Bialya back where he found it. Could get him to agree to put it back on the planet instead of staring into the Blind Eternities, or whatever the bleep they were off to the left of reality in. Apparently it is now in Jarhanpur. And now that they're not staring down whatever that was, and the Witch Boy is, perhaps, moving on to something else, putting it back properly ought to be... At least differently difficult than trying to pull down a working that has the Witch Boy's immediate personal attention." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "I really shouldn't have - let him do that - on my own recognizance, but... They were all so scared. And I don't know if he'd have decided to get stroppy about me listening to someone else's orders if I tried to ask for backup, but that's, honestly, a post-hoc rationalization of my decision that I could even try to negotiate."
"Still. This is a more... Fixable sort of problem."
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