exploratory kidnapping

[alicornucopia]

In this room are two women, one gray and sixty years old, one just thirty and red-haired, both wearing elaborate outfits. The younger casts a spell.

In this room is now also a third person. (On whom the elder woman promptly also casts a spell, which she had at the ready.)

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[alicornucopia]

Jensal shows Matilda into an office, indicates that she may have a seat, and goes out. She is back shortly with a little black baby shren.

[missnicegirl]

Matilda looks at the little black baby shren.

She concentrates on understanding this problem...

[alicornucopia]

"Hi," says the little black baby shren.

[missnicegirl]

"Hi," she says. "I'm Matilda." She can be polite and do magic at the same time.

[alicornucopia]

"I'm Semry."

[missnicegirl]

"I'm trying to figure out how I can help shren babies not hurt," Matilda explains to Semry. "It's hard, but it's important."

[alicornucopia]

"We have to fly," says Semry, wobbling a useless wing. It hits Jensal in the face. Jensal is unmoved.

[missnicegirl]

"And you can't," she agrees. "I don't know why, though. I'm trying to find out."

Concentrate. Concentrate. See it, but don't just see it. Understand.

"...it seems like," she says slowly, "there's a... magic thing, something about the magic that you have, that's making your wings not work. Pulling all their strength out."

[alicornucopia]

"Does this give you an avenue by which to help?" inquires Jensal, helping Semry fold his wing.

[missnicegirl]

"It might. I don't understand why it's doing that, yet, or where the strength is going. But I think it might be safe to try putting more strength in."

[alicornucopia]

"Might. And if you're wrong?"

[missnicegirl]

"I don't know. So far, though, every time I teach my magic to do something, it turns out nicely and conveniently and doesn't hurt anyone even by accident. And I don't know how else to find out how safe things are except by thinking of ways they could go wrong and fixing all the ways I think of and then trying them."

[alicornucopia]

"So far. And this is over how many experiments?" wonders Jensal.

[missnicegirl]

"Moving things and all of witchcraft and seeing magic and teleporting between worlds and teleporting not between worlds and conjuring water and telling time and making little sparkly lights that don't do anything and making lights that heal like lights do. That's all the things I've taught my magic, I think. And," she adds, "when I do Elcenian witchcraft and ialdae witchcraft at the same time, the potion I'm making turns out much stronger, but only when it wouldn't be bad for it to."

[alicornucopia]

"I am still not keen to have you experiment on a baby, at least not if you're aiming for a direct solution instead of painkillers past need for anyone older. Does your teleportation only take you to places you've been before, like the wizard version?"

[missnicegirl]

"That makes sense," Matilda agrees. "My teleportation can go anywhere I know about, even if I don't know very much. It took me to the top of a mountain I'd only heard named and hadn't even seen on a map. Why?"

[alicornucopia]

"I'm going to go put him back," says Jensal, cradling the baby, "and tell some people what's going on, and then we can go to the bottom of the world and you can test your idea on me."

[missnicegirl]

Matilda nods. "Okay."

[alicornucopia]

Jensal puts the baby back and talks to some people. She then returns to her office.

[missnicegirl]

"Anywhere in particular on the bottom of the world?" asks Matilda. "The place that's opposite us now, maybe?"

[alicornucopia]

"That will do."

[missnicegirl]

"Okay."

Now they are on the bottom of the world, flicker-poof.

[alicornucopia]

"Just a moment, I'm going to confirm the area's clear."

Jensal turns into a peregrine falcon, gets altitude, and circles. She descends again, landing a ways away from Matilda, and resumes human shape.

"Will I need to be in natural form for you to try anything?"

[missnicegirl]

"I think so. You'll need to be in natural form to test if anything I do works, and I think giving your wings strength might be harder when they're not here anyway."

[alicornucopia]

Jensal nods.

Jensal looks around again, though her peregrine eyes certainly caught more than her human eyes can.

And she shifts, in a clatter of turquoise scales.