does not anymore work

[campanas]

Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:

an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

Comments

[campanas]

This altitude difference presents Pen with no obstacle, per se, but, "Shhh. Think she enchanting, bad for interrupt."

[witchwatcher]

Lytee staggers upon landing and leans against Gren. Otherwise they hold still.

[campanas]

"You okay?" wonders Pen.

[witchwatcher]

"She's just tired. Teleporting to a person takes a lot of mana, I think teleporting here took even more. Using too much magic all at once knocks us Witches out for a little while."

[campanas]

"Oh. Maybe Rose can fix when done with spell."

[witchwatcher]

"Be fine in a 'min." Lytee mutters. "This is why I needed Gren here too."

[campanas]

"Oh."

Eventually the wind stops swirling so energetically. Pen flaps to go up to talk to Rose.

[beheld_beauty]

And Rose, trailed by her thirteen-year-old, descends to the ground. "Hello. Welcome to Rêverie."

[witchwatcher]

"Thank you. That's the world's name? I'm honestly less surprised than I could be that there's more. Pen here wandered into ours from Milliways, and I guess we're just lucky Lytee can teleport through worlds."

"Not very often, I can't."

"And I wanted to know where she got her sublimely powerful shielding."

[beheld_beauty]

"Pen's shields -"

[jovahs_heiress]

At this moment a winged person who looks like a less pretty version of Rose appears and picks Pen up.

[beheld_beauty]

"- are made with a form of magic from a world called Eos. Hello, Angela."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Hello. Thank you both for helping Pen."

[witchwatcher]

"...So that's what she meant by 'any mommy'. Huh. And you two are orders of magnitude more magic than she is, I almost want to turn my special off, jesus."

[jovahs_heiress]

"If it's uncomfortable we could try to rig up some sort of baffle, or just stand back and converse by brainphone?"

[beheld_beauty]

Rose withdraws her aura.

[witchwatcher]

"No, I just... It's like you're carrying enough power to blow up the sun. It's intimidating."

Lytee comments, "If you're that strong, you can probably contain the Neuroi hive. End the war."

[beheld_beauty]

"We're very strong. It's what we do. What are the Neuroi?"

[witchwatcher]

"Giant, regenerating, crystalline red and black monsters that fire beams of heat at everything. They started appearing out of a giant hurricane that appeared over Ostmark thirty two years ago." She glances at the two children. "Things did not go well for the people of Ostmark. Or Greece. Or Karlsland."

[beheld_beauty]

"Well, if you'll take a Janegem home we'll be able to access the universe, and while we're not yet giving our full attention to worlds without native Bells - that's us - or other noted templates because there are only so many of us to go around, we can certainly handle major disasters like that. And attach your world to our shared afterlife so the people of Ostmark and Greece and Karsland can come back whenever the world is ready for them."

[witchwatcher]

Gren splutters. "There's an afterlife after all. A shared afterlife? Can. Can I see my brother?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"Almost certainly, unless he's different from the two of you in some unusual and relevant way. To connect your world to the afterlife - it isn't hooked up yet - we either need to make at least one of you immortal or bring you to the afterlife for its administrator to look at."

[witchwatcher]

Lytee immediately asks, "Is there a catch here?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"If under circumstances that would otherwise kill you, it will look like you catch fire; and then you'll reset to a healthy state. This can be inconvenient if you are in circumstances that won't stop trying to kill you. Past 'young adult', no aging unless you want us to special-case it. The process is totally irreversible - if you become tired of being alive the remedy is unconsciousness, not cessation."

[witchwatcher]

"Do it to me, please."

"Me too."