It's a family dinner. They've taken another pound or so of meat out of stasis, in five little pieces browned and covered in salt, still hot from when it was seared two months ago. There's a big pot of oatmeal and a salad and bowls and spoons for people to serve themselves. The people are just sitting down - a middle-aged couple, a strikingly handsome man with very dark skin, a young woman whose eyes are focused on something not in front of her, and a girl just launching into a monologue. They're really not expecting company.
"Carrying, stopping, plants, killing, slavery, heat, arranging - small things, like making water - burning like the sun to make heavy metals or the opposite, DNA, space. I can say more about them but that’s the list."
"...telekinesis?" she guesses, for "carrying", and "stasis?" for "stopping". Plants and killing she accepts without modification. "It just does slavery??" and "nanotech?" and "fusion??" and "genetics, is stuff about DNA" and "space is the ones people don't like, right?"
"Telekinesis and stasis are right. Nanotech is not right. Fusion is right. Slavery magic also does - if you do things you don't want to do, like you have a thing you eat that makes you think and feel differently and you want it all the time. Space is the ones people don't like. The magic of space makes planets into space."
"Oh they can cure addictions? That's neat! - or do they just make you not drink or whatever, that's not as cool. - oh like it replaces stuff with vacuum? Yikes! Why is there still a planet, wouldn't somebody have done that by accident? Uh, small things like water are - molecules? What's wrong about nanotech..."
"They just make you not drink or whatever. Molecules is right. Nanotech is something you make that isn't magic and it makes things? This kind of magic is just the making things, not making things that make things. And there is still a planet because people don't do magic by accident because of slavery magic. I know that's... easy for me to say, because I'm a wizard of knowing and it doesn't matter if I was ever a slave, I couldn't have magic accidents that hurt people. But it's true."
"More than ten times a thousand of our years. I don't know how to put them together with the smaller numbers."
Dareni struggles with the numbers, muttering to herself in Devin and finger-counting. "Eighteen thousand... five hundred forty local years and some more days."
"Did... a slavery wizard and a knowing wizard just team up right away to go enslave all the space wizards, or something?"
"Amenta only has one continent to begin with. ... can you do knowing about Amenta or is it too far away?"
"I guess that must be pretty weird for you... are there the same amount of all the kinds of wizards?"
"Did you say that weird because you're not very good at Tapap yet or is there something else strange going on?"
"If you're about to tell me that people eat them or something then first you should tell me where it's socially acceptable to vomit."