"Aaah! They're stunning."

"My sister is good at what she does."

"Reassuring, since what she's going to be doing is ruling."

"Admittedly she has less practice at that than she does at making pretty gems. Did you know diamonds aren't even valuable back home? They're so easy to make."

"Magic is pretty cool. And the Elves will take her more seriously, which really is a reasonable policy priority under the circumstances."

"True. Not that she really needs the excuse. Do you want something pretty, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to make you some kind of advisory circlet or something."

"Might send an odd message. I'll wait until she's got things more structured, I think."

"Or, you know, something that's not official but just pretty. She likes making people things."

"That I cannot think of a single reason to refuse. My Queen can make as many pretty things as she has time for."

"I have no idea how much that'll be but that's her problem, not mine."

"You gonna focus on blasting things?"

"I'm going to focus on magic, most but not all of which is non-blasting things."

"Fair enough. Running a city does not seem something you'd be unusually suited to."

"I could probably do it if I didn't have overwhelmingly more important priorities but my primary talent in that area would be listening to people and not assuming I know better than them just because I have a nicer hat and chair."

"You underestimate how difficult that is! The hat and the chair go to the brain, I think."

"Sympathy magic usually goes to the brain too. The traits that make me so good a mage are also useful elsewhere."

"Wouldn't resistance to Sympathy be a resistance to becoming excessively agreeable and non-difficult?"

"Yes, it's not the Sympathy resistance doing this directly, it's--I don't really know how to describe the internal architecture of my brain. The reasons I'm resistant to Sympathy and the reasons I refuse to let these things go to my head are linked but I'm not sure how to describe it..."

"I'll take your word for it. Internal difficulty to push around, or something?"

"Something like that. Refusal to compromise my principles without a damn good reason, maybe."

"It's a good trait to have."

And they land.

Finally here, yay.

Odette explains the residential system and the warehouses and the fountains so people can acquire food, water and shelter.

And people go about acquiring those.

And once that's settled...

Odette glances at the sun and decides that she probably has enough time to go grab her sister, and if not she has enough time to go to her, spend the night and bring her back in the morning.

They watch her fly off and wave.