And he assembles a trade delegation and the flat Valar, who can pretty much carry on a normal conversation at this point, open a portal. They put the portal in the star system but not attached to Godspring's inhabited planet.
And through the trade delegation goes.
"Sometimes there are euphemisms for other things! But yes a lot of it is that."
"The other things are more familiar? Like, I could say to people 'someone might steal from you' and they would go 'why, are they going without necessities? do they not have a legitimate way to get access to those things?' but it wouldn't be puzzling that under stressful conditions people would steal. I could even say 'daeva might torture you out of random sadism' and they have Melkor as a reference point for that. But, like, if Elves had redmages we'd just consider it a strange disability and work really hard on memory blessings so they could have a normal life. I am sure there'd be redmage kink sites but there are 'being covered in butter and thrown into a swimming pool' kink sites, you really really really would never get - the arrangement in Godspring - and yet from the inside it makes sense, which is why it's so upsetting -"
"I do not think it was very popular for feasibility reasons until the advent of VR."
Shrug. "Anyway, I think you can avoid most potential daeva disasters with a few lessons in being cautious, but understanding what the potential disaster cases are will help."
Timothy rolls his eyes and tugs Cam towards him and kisses him.
Elsewhere he has a big stack of mostly-finished summoning circles. He puts one on the floor and stomps on the corners to get them to lie flat and goes and fetches rocks and smoothes it out so it's all perfect and then gets a pen and finishes it, neatly.
Lo and behold! A demon! She has a tail and horns and has also gone in for digitagrade hooves.
Cool!! He claps his hands delightedly. "Hi," he says. "I'm Maitimo."
"We're looking for demons interested in a long-term summons doing development work." Pronouncing 'development' takes some concentration. "I am in particular interested in talking to demons who might want to raise children on a long-term summons! Do you know anyone I should talk to?"
"Uh, anybody who conjures parenting advice columns to sigh over, I guess. Mrindeh maybe."
He takes the note gleefully. "Thank you! Can I get you anything? My world hasn't invented recorded songs yet but I can sing them, or you can have my magic dragon -" he digs it out of a pocket and it takes flight - "but not my magic car, I'm really attached to my magic car."
He sends her home. He draws up a circle for the name she gave him.
Mrindeh appears after a ten minute delay.
The resulting noise could only be heard by dogs, of which there are none present.
He really likes it when people are obviously delighted to see him! He bounces. "Hi, I'm Maitimo," he says.
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