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[campanas]

Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.

Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.

She goes in. She is going to have cake.

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[aestrix]

Ooooo, says Pyranir. That's not so bad, then. I think I like the Wild Magic, if it does nice things like that! Why would the 'Endarkened' all die, then? Wouldn't the Wild Magic send people to help them? Or what about the dragons?

[pythbox]

"The Endarkened were mostly evil," Elasirae explains. "They're what everyone else was saving the world from, all the times the world was saved before they were almost all killed. Aianon wasn't evil like the rest of them, so he ran away to a remote island long before that and he and his Bondmate Ansharil, who is a dragon he met on the way, lived there alone together for thousands of years."

[aestrix]

Ooooh, says Pyranir, solemnly. That's sad. Do you know if there are any other not-evil Endarkened? Maybe they were like us and had an urge to hoard! Or something.

[pythbox]

"The thing the Endarkened seemed to have an urge to do was hurt people in terrible ways," says Elasirae. "Aianon is the only one who wanted not to hurt people in terrible ways, at least the only one I know about. And I don't think there are any more that are still alive, or we probably would have found them by now. I'm sure someone looked."

[aestrix]

That's terrible! says Yvae, looking up at Elasirae.

Her parents wisely don't comment on how they've both got a rather high body count. That will be another topic for another day.

To draw attention away from the subject, Procellor says, What about the other types of magic? We're admittedly a little curious about those, as well.

[pythbox]

"Well, unicorn magic is hard to understand if you're not a unicorn," he says. "And elven magic is hard to understand if you're not an elven mage or bonded to one. It can do the most obviously impressive things, though, out of all the other common kinds. An elven mage can raise a stone bridge out of nothing that will stand for thousands of years. It's also sort of impressive that they can make new species of plants, but Aianon can do that too and he seems to be even better at it. Or maybe he just does it more often."

[aestrix]

Hrm. Interesting, says Procellor.

They can make new plants? Do they make pretty ones? asks Pyranir, with excitement. Mommy and daddy can't do much with plants at all!

[pythbox]

"Aianon makes very pretty plants! On the island where he lived with his Bonded, almost all the plants and animals are ones he made out of the ones that were there when they arrived. It's beautiful there."

[aestrix]

Ooooo! say both hatchlings. Pyranir looks excited, and says, I want to see them, one day!

Dryly, their mother adds, Darling Procellor, I think our hatchlings are taking after your wanderlust.

He snorts with laughter. Did you expect anything less?

No, she replies, amused.

[pythbox]

"You would probably have to ask Isibel Sarion, if you wanted to visit," says Elasirae. "But I think she would let you. I can't imagine why she wouldn't."

[beheld_beauty]

"We are wary of setting too much precedent of casual interworld travel. There is only the one of Jane, and while we have not yet approached her limit, the number of people who might make requests of her abilities only ever goes up. Furthermore, she has broken, twice, and people have been stranded on both occasions. It seems wise to limit the possible scope even though we now expect her to be safe."