In Godspring, there appears a winged girl.
Cam is still holding the door for the demon who wanted cash, which she is methodically dropping in hundred-dollar increments into various internet tip jars. "How'd it go?"
"Uh, Macalaurë needs to learn a sung language and then summon Timako, and I have been tasked with finding pretty Elf girls for Ievo though she observed she expected me to be incompetent at that and I don't know if my alts will be any better. And that's everybody."
"Her Arda will still have standard-issue levels of homophobia I don't want to give Ievo Elves with a complex -"
"I assume she retains qualifying amounts of lesbianism even if you take her to Sanity to have a look around!"
"Maybe someone local can pick people who would be good at it and then Maitimë can decide which ones are relevantly pretty - have you seen an Elf who wasn't pretty -"
"No, but some people have preferences about hair color. Or like short people or something, that would be hard."
"Yes but attraction to women won't help with that, I don't think. I am not actually clear on how Elves think about sex but I bet we can find her a selection."
"Okay! Have a nice day."
And home. "I told them I was developing a competitor to Davidson's. If we're going to make it harder to get randoms we should really make it easier to get specific people..."
"Hello. One of these days I look forward to coming to you with good news. There's a new world discovered. It's called Beach. They discovered us. They have interdimensional transit."
"...is that bad news? Are they hostile? There are certainly people who don't like relying on Valar for portals."
"They're friendly. The magic does not appear to be shareable. We tentatively expect they'll keep it if they daevafy. Given that, we would have hesitated to teach them summoning, but they teleported around and did some espionage and picked it up on their own."
"...Oh. Well, we can adjust the prison bindings - you should probably notify the SSA too, don't want people technically the summoners of wandering daeva getting up to goodness knows what."