"Cool. Should we do the other one today? Or should I stay here? Should I do anything about the people walking around in it?"

"Theoretically yes, you're responsible for managing your demesne. If there are Others present who don't acknowledge it as your place, they don't even have to be people, it can gradually eat away at your claim. You can even lose it, on a scale of decades. I won't say the fact that it takes decades means you don't have anything to worry about."

"No simple hack like I declare them to have permission to be here?"

"If they agree that you granting permission means anything. Which it does, but the fact that it's agreed on is a big part of why. Any problem that does come up will be slow, though.

Like I said, I'm not going to say you've got nothing to worry about. Since the spirits can hear."

"I understand you. I just want to do things right."

"Then, yes, that would mean finding everyone who's here and introducing yourself as the practitioner whose demesne they're in. Most anything will understand that, even if it doesn't understand anything else. They'll either agree it's your demesne or they don't, and they know not agreeing is equivalent to starting a fight where everything is stacked in your favor."

"If we can afford the cost to time, then, I'd like to fly around and say hello to everything that's walking on my territory."

"This did go a lot faster than it could have.

You'll have to navigate; I won't be able to spot much of anything very easily."

Elven eyesight makes finding them very straightforward, and in any event he knows where they are.

None of the Others present can speak, so saying hello will be a bit one-sided, but they do understand what he's doing. He's a practitioner.

And are they inclined to pick a fight?

Nope. Even before he was a practitioner in his demesne, the most likely ones did get chased away by a much more superlative Other that (they'd assume, if they could assume) works for him.

Great. He's in a much better mood after that. "Should we try to do Irissë's today as well?"

"No reason not to!"

They've circumnavigated their way to the edge of Findekáno's demesne already, so it's only from the midpoint to the approximate three-quarters mark. "You've got the script?"

"I do. No-longer-technically-unprecedented thing, here we go."

Amber starts singing the probably-not-humanly-magical weather song.

And she conducts the ritual.

The first respondent, challenger not being quite the right word, is the same entity from the last ritual. It sends her its impression of keeping other elementals away in exchange for Findekáno's promise to surrender the demesne later, and then it just sits there expecting her to agree to the same deal.

I suppose I probably should, but I'm trying to think if there's anything else.

You mean instead of all but winning the demesne for you?

Fine.

She agrees to the deal.

It replies with a series of impressions of itself ordering around lesser nature spirits, and turns to go do that.

He's a pretty chill guy, really.

I'm not sure how much it distinguishes between us and all those other lesser beings. Oh well, my dignity can take it.

In twenty thousand years I"ll come be like 'who's a silly little child now, big elemental, huh?"