Bella tries to get out of the letter-named-rooms building to go ask Emily for directions, but that's not a stairwell after all, and there's someone shouting at her not to come in and she flinches back and clonks her elbow on the door and boots or no boots she's down and she -
- is falling -
No, not glowing, it's just that the walls are very high-quality translucent marble, very thin, and the ceiling is high and vaulted and it must be very very bright outside because inside is nearly as bright as broad daylight.
The room is currently being used for storage, but cannot possibly be a storage room, it's far too elaborate. Furniture, clothes, unopened gifts, fabrics, unfinished stoneworks, miscellaneous clutter, more fabrics -
And a kid who can't be older than three, in the corner, staring at her with wide-eyed astonishment.
"Sorry," she says tentatively, although he won't understand it.
Nervously, she gets to her feet and looks for an exit. She doesn't know where she is but she wasn't invited. At least the kid didn't seem to have a really strong reaction to her being a human and she probably will not be shot on sight if she wanders the streets looking for someone who'll tell her where she's landed.
Another image floats into her head: the kid toddling into the room, identifying the largest things he can move, pushing them in front of the door so he'll hear the clatter if anyone enters looking for him. And then a sense of confusion, but now the question is more apparent: how did you get in without knocking over my things?
Into a marvelous and architecturally impossible atrium with soaring ceilings, lit again by an extremely bright gold light shining directly through all the rock. There are people crowded at the front of it, speaking. Her escort calls something, gets their attention, and then presumably explains the situation, as all eyes turn curiously to her.
Is the king nice enough that she will remain not even slightly executed if he finds out that she concealed the prince's whereabouts? Is this a nice enough place that 'don't go and piss off the first person you met, even if he is a toddler' is not a principle of lethal importance? She will go with taking her backpack off and sitting on the bed once they've searched the place and hoping nobody asks her point blank.
No. I know the palace better than them, but there's lots of them, so I have to go places they already checked. And they won't come bother a guest, so now I'll hide here and they won't find me. He looks up at her as if it is occurring to him for the first time that she might object to this. I'll be very small and won't cry loudly, you won't even notice.
Do you think your Ata might be annoyed if he finds out that I knew where you were? It was one thing when you weren't in the room with me and nobody asked, but if you're in here - I don't mean to ask this so often but where I'm from annoying powerful people is very dangerous.
I took too much out of her, being born, because my spirit shines too bright and I have the strength that should have gone into many children, so now she doesn't want any more, so now Ata's always sad and she's always sad and the Valar are trying to heal her and it's my fault. That's why I was crying. He says this very steadily, but curls up again as he speaks.
Okay. And she starts speaking soft Pax words while she translates by subtle arts. "I'm afraid I don't know how to teach a language. I was never good at the one I tried to learn in high school, and that was a few years ago now. I think they may have started us on the numbers one to ten or something like that. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten."
She gets to thirty-four ("Intake Interviews") and then skips back to the beginning. "The letters go in an order, sort of like numbers, except there are only a few of them. Some of them are more common than others because they go with commoner sounds, or more sounds. I might be able to find one of everything on this page." And then, haltingly, in order, she finds everything in the Pax alphabet in the first page of introduction.
A picture of a silver dragon, very scary and enormous. They look like that, but they can change shape if they want. They're extremely dangerous. The ones that look like metal will always keep their promises, but the other colors won't so they're worse - but any dragon is extremely dangerous.
"I spent a lot of time studying things, in groups, so that I could acquire skills, which other people would want me to use for them," Bella says. "A class is when somebody who knows a lot about something agrees to teach a group of people that thing, and a school is someplace where there are a lot of classes, and a job is using your skill once you have it so people will give you money."
This is a really fucking nice palace for illiterate pre-economic uneducated people. ...Stop thinking like a delving major. "Money is something that's hard to get a lot of, like gold or silver, and everybody will trade you whatever they have that you might want for some of your gold or silver, which makes it useful to get as much money as you can because that's the easiest way to get everything else."
The external light is white now instead of golden. They walk down a few dazzling stone hallways. There are silk tapestries hanging on the sides, hundreds of feet long, stunningly realistic - all of this strange species, playing outdoors in forests or dancing under stars or relaxing on great green hillsides.
That, um, it sounds very nice that it works that way here, but on my plane when people die they go to one of several afterlives and then they stay there until a living person resurrects them, which is expensive and uncommon, especially for people who die of old age like my parents are likely to.
The city of Tirion would be very pretty if it weren't way, way too bright. It is laid out with wide circular avenues around a grand central square, packed with people, packed particularly with children. There are elaborate fountains everywhere. All of the buildings are in different kinds of obscure stone. Many of them are still unfinished. Her tour guide happily talks about the buildings and the people who live there as they walk.
Of course not, this space doesn't yet have a house in it, does it? You start sleeping here and you go around and find the kind of stone or wood or design you like and ask that person who designed theirs, and ask that person to design yours, and compliment them very specifically and usefully on their past designs and explain why you desire their aid as your designer. Then you help build other peoples' houses, and they help build yours once you have a design. The Valar make it go very quickly, and they've held the rains in the city until we are finished.
They designed Valinor and ensure that it is utterly safe and peaceful and that no one comes to harm in it, unless they go seeking it out, and even then they are not harmed seriously or irrevocably. They love beautiful things and they love teaching us what they know of the world. They helped build the palace and they're helping build the city.
Bella pulls her hair into a braid - she can't quite manage "none sticking out" but she can make it look like she tried - and does her best to get a ribbon around the end, although the task seems to require three hands. She winds up cheating with a little effortful telekinesis, although she has to stop walking to do it.
Master Aulë her guest thinks, a rush of emotions accompanying the words - joy, awe, devotion - My honored friend has just arrived from distant lands, and has a knife that is enchanted not to cut her, but that needs to be enchanted not to cut anyone.
And he - takes shape, perhaps - out of the air in front of them - like a cheerful bearded man, except too big, and too perfect, to quite seem like a man, and he's still emanating the effortless raw power. He picks up the knife. He sets it back down. There you are, dear. May you use to to craft many beautiful things; may all Valinor find joy in your creations.
The other side of town is equally lovely, equally unfinished, and equally full of joyous Elves. A seamstress notices that her guide has no shirt and presses one into her hands. She then says something in the local language to Bella, and gives her a scarf. Because you have a shirt already, her guide explains.
You should learn to talk, she adds to Bella as they walk away, because when people give you nice things they like to know that their work is treasured and appreciated, and then you can tell them what you do and offer to give them nice things!
I'm worried I will not be able to keep track of this in my first week of trying and I do not want to be late. Would it be inconvenient for someone to find me when you require my presence?
"Apparently I'm supposed to just sort of sleep outside in a place where a house could go and compliment architects and help people with their houses until a house appears in my place where a house could go. Is what I was told. I don't really understand anything that's going on."
It turns out she doesn't need six hours of internal screaming. Forty-five minutes does it, and then she grabs her notebook out of her bag and writes, very very very small, because she has no idea who to compliment to get more paper, but she also doesn't think a more pressing disposition for her notebook is going to come up anytime soon.
The shirt doesn't really cut it. She is going to find someone who designed a house with thick curtains and compliment the fuck out of them when she feels like she can speak to somebody without wanting to throw up. Eventually she takes all the books out of her backpack, stacks them up, and sticks her head in the backpack; it's more opaque than the shirt and she dozes off.
She doesn't have pierced ears but they couldn't reasonably have checked while her head was in a backpack. The gems are weird presents. She has no idea what to do with them and doesn't know what the gift etiquette is; it seems likely that leaving them around in their packages is the wrong answer. She winds up arranging them in a little design. With the earrings. On the ground. Ugh. Is this what all those nonhumans at school who came to her with questions felt like all the time? If so, where's the local equivalent of Bella? The hair ornaments at least she can figure out. She rebraids her loosened hair and adorns it.
She's full of sugar, but maybe she can save it for lunch? Or should have saved the sweets? (Insert thirty seconds of internal screaming. It doesn't seem to her like it's such a hard question, 'how do you deal with an extraplanar visitor', at least not hard to handle better than this, even if you happen never to have thought about it before!) She... sits there, doesn't stare at the passerby with the something-cooked.
Probably all of these people will just be hopelessly bewildering but maybe one of them isn't, and she supposes she ought to find out. It's not like she can put up a sign, 'please interact with me if and only if you are not hopelessly bewildering'. Or, 'consider for five minutes how to explain everything about your entire life to someone who is familiar with none of it, then welcome!'
She gets up and edges to the border of her houseplot.
And then a man's voice, gruff even in thought-speech, cutting through all of the musical others: When a new child is born do we introduce it to the whole city at once? No! Courtesy. He walks down the street and turns his head towards her, shaking it. He has no eyes, and there are long, appalling scars across his face.
What questions do you have?
I... come from a very, very dangerous place, if not dangerous in the same way as that, and I think a lot of my habits are maybe not what they should be if I'm going to live here instead but I don't know what to replace them with. And my home makes a lot of use of writing and money, to record and share information and to regulate the exchange of goods, and you don't seem to have either one and I am not sure I understand what you do instead. There's infighting among the Valar...?
In what ways is your place of origin dangerous?
Eru? And - there's a lot of very powerful beings and they are usually not friendly and don't keep each other in check much. And a lot of monsters and - risky social institutions which I knew how to navigate but which have me nervous about doing anything here where I don't know how to navigate.
Um, I landed in the king's palace here. If I'd had a magical accident that had landed me in my own Emperor's palace instead the guards would probably have assumed I was an assassin or something like that and would have at least locked me up while they investigated and possibly also killed me. This isn't usually a problem because usually people don't have magical accidents that land them in other people's homes, but that's an example.
We have just arrived here at a people and reembodying all of our kin who died in our old home is proving to be slow and complicated, because one can reject the body if it's too shocking and being reembodied is a shock all its own and Valinor is so different from what they remember. But it's only been a few years yet. No one's died since they arrived in Valinor, but I imagine it wouldn't even take a few years to return them to us.
Well of course not! We didn't either, when we started. You have the advantage of being around some people who now sort of know what they're doing. Just watch and ask questions, everyone will be happy to teach you, and after a few days you'll be contributing usefully, and after a month you'll know house-building, which is a valuable thing to know.
The problem is less about people who acquire power. It can be dangerous to go talk to a very advanced wizard or a high-ranking paladin or something, but they're still basically regular people and being polite and not barging in on them or making demands usually helps. Although they're not exactly normal people because you have to be willing to take a lot of risks to get to that point and very good at getting past those risks. The problem is stuff like gods and fairies and dragons and demons who've always been powerful and don't think of non-powerful people as mattering except when they're fun to play with.
What it's like to live in a physical body all the time - when we first met them they were unsafe to touch, because it didn't occur to them that we can't handle any possible temperature. They learned. They'd do very badly at guessing what we want or what makes us happy, but luckily they mostly just do precisely what we ask of them, and they do know enough to tell us if something we've asked will endanger someone or something.
I'm not really sure. Help you acclimate to their presence, take you on a tour of their domains, tell you stories about the creation of the world, if any of those things would help. They can also help with anxiety in a physiological sense, by slowing one's heart rate and making you feel secure and so forth.
...She giggles. That's very kind of you anyway. Uh, speaking of the light do you know if there's such a thing as tinted glasses? It's really, really bright out, and I can stick my head in my bag to get it dark enough to sleep but it's still a little too bright for me even during the day.
A man with very long reddish hair opens it and immediately breaks into a broad smile. "Rúmil!"
"Mahtan!" he says. "How are the girls?"
"Cleverer than I'll ever be," he says, and nods at Bella. "Hello, miss. You are-?"
It's enough to start with, we'll try other things if melted sand doesn't achieve the desired effects. His workshop takes up almost the entire house, and there are bins filled with stones of all different kinds. He kindles a forge, starts working to heat it up, and points out everything to her and names them as he goes.
Sand is a very broad word for many different kinds of ground-down rock. I'd expect the composition matters, but I only have a few options on hand so we'll start with those. If that doesn't work I'll ask Aulë for a hint, and to explain how I should have been able to tell what would work. He shovels some sand into several different metal holders and places them into the fire.
"I think if I get this much much hotter and pour it out so it's very thin, it'll be transparent. I also think it'll be too brittle to be useful. Clearly there's another element that helps with that. I think we'll try ten or so, if I'm right and this is too brittle, and then tell Aulë if none of those are notably better."
He heads into the next room, comes back with some kind of flat baked good. "What was the objective?" he asks skeptically.
My country is an empire, which is sort of like a kingdom but... bigger, I guess, there may be a technical difference but I don't remember what it is. The rulership is hereditary. Disputes between regular citizens are sometimes handled by smaller institutions they belong to, like, if I got into a dispute with another student at my school the school would handle it, but otherwise the disputants hire professional legal experts who are good at arguing, called lawyers, and the lawyers go and argue in front of a judge, who decides who wins and what they win. There's an army and a navy and an airship corps and for some possible threats there's the paladin orders and other groups like that who don't formally work for the Imperium but will help sometimes.
Mahtan shakes his head. Very well. Nerdanel?
And a tiny child with hair the same red comes racing in. I wanted to help but three people's enough in the workshop and I wasn't done with the sketches. Are we going to Aulë's? Can I come along?
It's considered very important at home that when someone's an authority others are supposed to obey, that happens, consistently. Not everybody's the Emperor who can casually execute anybody who isn't from an important family or organization, but if someone disobeys a law or a validly issued order they're punished, so they and/or anybody else who hears about it is more reluctant to do that in the future.
It was really scary. But not actually as scary as the Valar, because anything like a Valar at home would be much more dangerous than the Emperor. The Emperor at least might be in a good mood and find out whether I meant any harm and then go 'oh, she's a freeborn Imperial citizen and it was an accident and no harm done, let her go'; that wouldn't happen if I walked up to a god or a dragon or a fae and did something they didn't like. Maybe unless somebody was watching and the god were courting their good opinion, or it was a noble dragon under some sort of agreement that involved not hurting people, I guess.
If you ran up to Aulë and punched him in the face - well, you'd injure your hand, and he'd probably radiate disapproval very strongly, and he might try to get a healer to look at you and see if you'd gone mad, but he'd want to help you stop desiring to punch him, he wouldn't be annoyed that he'd been punched.
So, in my world, there's lots and lots of kinds of people, all different the way, uh - different sorts of animals are, I don't know what animals you have here - but they're all people. I'm a human, which is most common in my part of the world, but there are loads of others - She sends a series of images of nonhuman students at her school. And some of them grow at different speeds. Humans aren't even fastest, I think that's sylphs.
The Trees are also energizing and might change your sleep cycle, I'm not sure. The Valar's influence affects the passage of time too. He shrugs. Anyway, Fëanáro's nine but likes insisting he's almost twelve, twelve being the age at which his father's promised him he can leave the palace outside formal occasions and visits to his mother, and if you'd arrived after you finished your education he'd be - well, I don't think it's a good environment for a child, personally.
Is that how you raise a man to be compassionate and deal well with the people around him?
I can try. ...Am I just going to seem like a child to anyone who knows how old I am for the rest of my life? Or, the rest of what my life would have been if I weren't in Valinor where apparently that's not a concern? How long does it take your people to grow up?
I am an old friend of Finwë's, and Miriel's, but don't spend much time in the palace these days. I see through others' eyes, with osanwë, and that regrettably seems to involve picking up all their emotions, like a sponge. Lately I've felt both invasive, in Finwë's presence, and exhausted every time I try it. I have a good friend who dislikes the city even more than me and helps me on my work when I'm outside it, and so I've been visiting as often as I do only for Fëanáro's sake.
Okay, that was going to be my next question. I'm sort of defensively oriented in subtle arts but I didn't know if my shields would work with osanwë or not or if it'd work that selectively without my attending to it. I don't mind if you use my sight to navigate but I would have been very upset if you'd gotten emotions from it.
If you ever need a shielded seeing-eye person, well, here I am. I might or might not be able to put blocks in so somebody else could do the same thing but it would be potentially nearly as invasive as emotion leaks are in the first place so I don't know if there'll be any interest. ...The Valar can't give your sight back...?
Um... I gather everything I'd normally expect to be handled with money is handled as a gift instead, which seems - really nice, given how well you've gotten it working, but I'm not clear on how it's handled if there's scarcity - not necessarily of stuff, you seem to have lots of stuff, but like what if dozens of people wanted a specific person's expertise?
You can plant a bush or tree in your garden that grows it, or pick it from the trees around town, and usually people give out food even if you're not in the mood to compliment them because it's a delight to see people enjoy your cooking, but I suppose if you offended everyone you might be stuck relying on what you could grow and gather personally.
That would work in a democracy but the Imperium isn't one, so they can just live with it or try to organize a rebellion. Or maybe if they're important or have the ears of important people they can try to convince the Emperor to abdicate in his heir's favor early.
It's not that he woke up one day and thought, 'The best thing to do with being Emperor is to kill people'; it's that Emperors themselves as a group are often targets of violence, or at least they would be if there were fewer deterrents. People try to kill him now and then even knowing that if they're caught he will live and they won't. I imagine more people would try if it weren't the case.
The Emperor doesn't have a son Fëanáro's age but if I'd been found hiding him from his father and he was sitting on my lap learning unauthorized lessons that would be another problem from the Emperor's perspective. Anyway, he would assume that if he asked me if I was trying to kill him and I was in fact trying to kill him I'd still say 'no'.
Well, he'd probably want you to swear not to tell his professional interrogators any lies; and he'd have to know that you were a whatever your species is called and that this property of the species is reliable; but yeah, I guess that would work, or at least it'd work if there weren't an established policy on how to deal with palatial intruders.
Your King! A man held in honor!
Actually, the Emperor would probably be resurrected right away if he got assassinated, he can certainly afford it and the one we have now isn't unpopular with the major churches or anything, but a sufficiently sophisticated plot could do something less reversible to him.
I don't have a strong opinion on how many children I want. And apparently I don't need to think about it any time soon because the standard human age of marriage would be scandalously young here. She is talking to a small child and doesn't wonder to her if they have rings of protection or an equivalent Valar convenience.
oh gods she's going to regret this Um. I stress that I have never actually taken a class in therapy. In my life. And I don't have any textbooks about the specific condition and even if I did I wouldn't be sure it was the same thing because it's not supposed to last that long. But. This is sort of the thing I was supposed to be learning to help with.
Not exactly! I was going to learn but then I had my accident. But the skill I'm using to talk to you without sharing a language is considered essential for mental healers in my plane and the books may have something I can use to piece together guesses about things to try.
For people who have - problems they can't fix themselves, with their mood, or with thinking about bad things that happened to them all the time even when they're over, or with feeling compelled to do things that don't make sense, or with having impulses they can't control, or with seeing or hearing things that aren't there. I hadn't learned enough to specialize but those are all things mental healers work on and I'm certainly forgetting some.
It might take a long time even if I can help. Possibly as much as years. And as a matter of professional practice I've actually already agreed to take patient confidentiality seriously; I mustn't discuss whatever happens with you or anyone else but her personally unless something happens such that she's unable to tell me her own preferences on a subject and I have to go elsewhere for a decision.
...My people don't do swearing things the way yours do. It is not literally impossible for me to disclose patient information. But I have said I wouldn't do it, and I meant it, and you would need an extremely good and unexpected reason for me to be willing to do it anyway. Your wife is under no such restriction; she can tell anyone anything she likes.
Additionally, working with a subtle artist therapist is routine in my world and I wouldn't normally have to explicitly mention this and I don't know how to explain it very well, but - the mental powers I have can be dangerous if they're used badly. The reason I haven't taken any therapy classes yet despite being a year into school already is that they needed to make sure that I had good control of and judgment with my arts, and it is still not impossible that I could make a mistake of some kind, especially if there's something irregular about how your species's minds work. Some possible accidents are fixable and have minor consequences; some are larger; and here there's no option to go get a better subtle artist to repair something I can't. I do not expect this result but you should be aware that there are risks.
I understand, and I am much more likely to do nothing at all than to make it worse. But it's not impossible that if something goes wrong she could wind up differently or further impaired. And because I am very timid because I am from a dangerous world full of malicious people, I want to know what will happen to me if that occurs.
Um, I am pretty sure I am literally not powerful enough to obliterate it. Subtle arts accidents from practitioners of my strength level are more likely to look like nontherapeutic memory gaps, tics, weird problems in using expressive or receptive language, jagged affect, or synaesthesia, some of which I could fix and some of which I couldn't.
When I landed in your palace and found out it was a palace I was afraid I was going to die, for being there, without the question of whether I meant to be there coming up as anything other than an afterthought. Possibly after more or less unpleasantness beforehand. That's what would have happened in my country. I do not know what you do with people who upset you, or how far you could take it before people decided you ought not to have that power anymore, or - or anything, I don't know anything, and my world is very, very horrible and full of very, very nasty things that can happen to people who anger the powerful.
I'm not going to hurt you, child. I'm not going to promise you any boons for your attempt in aiding my wife if you're not sure you won't just permanently damage her, not before you've even done anything. But even if you murdered her I wouldn't have you hurt. I don't know what kind of monsters rule your world, but they don't rule here.
No, but I didn't actually have anything available that would be a wise navigation strategy except "be more likely to make a mistake out of fear because it's still likelier that I won't make one and if I don't it's okay". (Is she shaking again? She's shaking again.)
The best strategy I'm aware of is avoiding the scary things, not learning to deal with them. Trying to learn to deal with them has a high fatality rate. I was going to be a therapist and read a lot of books and give to charity and probably on balance decide the place wasn't fit to have children in and that was going to be it, no royalty or gods or anything.
I might be making it sound a little worse than it is because I'm actually the sort of person who'd look at a soberly assessed risk and then decide to do something stupid if I thought I had a good reason, so it's a good habit to pretend that interacting with anything that might squish me means instant squishing. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get along very well with a god, in particular, and probably not a faerie either; lots of people don't have that problem. Gods are pretty popular.
Yeah. There's a sound which only appears in divine names and nowhere else, and if you feel like expressing that a specific deity doesn't scare you, you pronounce it with the next closest sound instead, and sometimes people turn out to be mistaken about which deities oughtn't scare them.
Yes. If they spent long in the Enemy's company, that may be a long time. You can imagine how scared you were of the gods and then how scared you'd be if one had personally tortured you for years. And he can do worse than that. Almost no one is back yet, but Mandos, the lord of the dead, is very devoted to the project of helping them recover. Perhaps you could aid him, too, if you can help Miriel.
I guess you would just sort of keep accumulating them, yeah. But like, if a lot of people wanted to learn my language, for some reason, it'd be better to teach a bunch of them instead of Fëanáro first and then someone else and then someone else, because if there were a bunch they could practice with each other and not just me.
She and Finwë met by Cuivienen but did not marry for a hundred years, until they were safely here. She developed the art of embroidery, and is astonishingly gifted at it; she designed and sewed most of the tapestries in the palace. She was known for speaking quickly, moving quickly, being very stubborn. It was a difficult pregnancy and after the birth she was drained, and it was as if there was a shadow on her. She grew more and more tired, she gave up most of her hobbies because she found no joy in them, she tried really hard for Fëanáro and Finwë but there, too, something was missing. She said the strength that should have borne many children had gone into Fëanáro and she'd have no others, and she and the King fought over that.
Eventually they came to Lórien, and that seemed to help at first, a little, but it quickly got worse. Nothing brings a smile to her face, nothing makes her happy, she sleeps all the time when they're not visiting.
Lots of people've tried speaking with her. We've tried wine and plants that make you happy and things like that. Lórien is the Vala of dreams and his gardens have healing properties. I don't understand the Valar and he's a particularly incomprehensible one, but he can make her dreams peaceful and sustain her body when she isn't eating.
Lórien looks different through every pair of eyes I've seen him through. I think he desires to inspire - wisdom? security? tranquility? But those are different, and not obviously paired. I think it might be a Vala-emotion we don't experience. He's trying with Miriel, and he's done much, but he's the Vala of dreams, I'm not sure this is his domain rather than a domain he took on because it was needed. Am I making sense?
In most places, there's a clear majority. Almost all of the students at my school are humans like me. But sometimes someone will study in a place dominated by another species, because there are specific opportunities in that place that they want, or to see more of the world. I just interacted with a disproportionate number of nonhumans because I got a reputation as being the right person to ask questions that would have seemed silly to most humans.
I still think I'd miss a year. Maybe not as much, but even after a thousand years I think I'd want to plan my life pretty densely. If any of my plans involved other people they'd wonder where I'd gotten to. I'd miss whatever was going on that would normally have caught my attention.
The sky no longer looks entirely white; it's streaked with purple. It's beautiful but no longer blinding. She can see Tirion as clearly as if she were standing outside its walls, examining them. She can see that the water is cold and colder beneath its swift-moving surface. She can see Lórien, gold-leafed trees a hundred miles ahead of them. She could count the leaves on the trees.
Nothing would be likely to get into the dormitory where I slept, or even one of my parents' houses; but if I went out in the woods something might very well eat me or set me on fire or think it was cute to dump me in a river or turn me into a tree or something like that.
It's not that uncommon for humans and it's only considered a big disaster if the parents can't cooperate on having a child together all right. My parents get along fine and didn't have any major disagreements about how to bring me up, they just turned out not to want to be married anymore.
People can have more or less arcane magic ability, and more or less subtle arts talent - all the way down to none for subtle arts but not that much variance for arcana. Subtle arts you basically can just train up what you've got, but with arcane magic you can get the oomph from somebody else - there's a market in it, people sell theirs - and that can let someone do bigger magic than they usually could. So somebody might be unable to make a golem alone no matter how much they knew about the process but then all they'd need would be some more magic.
Subtle arts is mostly telepathy type stuff, doing things with the mind. Osanwë seems to interface just fine with mine. And it also can include telekinesis and pyrokinesis; I have a little of one and none of the other right now but I can work on things if I want to get better at them. Arcane magic is much more diverse, it can do all kinds of stuff, but I only know up to the high school level and one college course in self-defense. I was hoping it would get me out of having to carry a knife around on campus because I'm really hopeless with a weapon and it wouldn't save me if a monster went after me anyway, but it turned out I misunderstood the requirement and I would have had to take another semester before I'd qualify for an exception to the weapon rule. And then there's divine magic, which comes from some combination of gods and faith in gods, nobody's quite sure but druids can do it and 'nature' probably isn't a god so it's at least partly the latter; and it can do a lot of things too but it's got the biggest advantage over arcane magic in dealing with the undead and also healing magic.
Mahtan's the perfect person to observe, if you're intrigued by it. He tries everything and then builds up guesses about how rock and metal really work, what's going on to make the things he tries possible. Aulë's besotted. The Valar approach things from a different perspective, questions and experiments occur to us that wouldn't even make sense to them.
...like, you wonder whether the hardness of glass changes at higher melting temperatures, so you try a dozen melting temperatures and then you scratch the glass resulting from each, and determine how hard it is. And if it does change, then you can make guesses - ah, if I could get something with an even higher melt point, it'd be even harder - and you go try new things from those. Aulë knows the melting point and hardness of everything one could conceivably make with rock, but it wouldn't occur to him to try to find the underlying patterns like that.
We. Don't do that. We can't. It's dangerous and it doesn't work even if it doesn't kill you, my world doesn't - like being poked at like that, the best case scenario if you do that is that glass starts working differently to spite you and more likely you wind up dying in a horrible glass related accident or getting hit by a rock from the sky or something -
People can - try things. Like, once or twice. If they work they can keep doing the thing. They just can't be systematic about it or try lots of little variations. Not on physical things like that, or on magic... People can practice, once they have something that works at all, and practice lets you get better even if you're only trying to do one thing over and over. Also the knife is magic. This is a science world, are you sure? It doesn't - mind? Or is it just the Valar are shielding you somehow or you just haven't been systematic enough because you can just go ask and don't have to do it all by experimentation alone so there's enough breaks in the process that it doesn't seem intrusive to the universe...?
No, we were the same by Cuivienen, it always works to try variations on things. You develop a better bow by making ten and firing them and seeing which wood bends best, you try a dozen baits for fish to see what's most reliable - how could you not do that? You're not bothering the universe, you're checking how it works!
Our universe gets bothered! It doesn't want to be looked at that way and it's mean when people try! We have - we have stories, science fantasy stories, about people who can do ridiculously amazing things because they can just try anything that comes to mind in a thousand variations and everything they learn will stay put, but it's only stories, everything else is guesswork and practice and talent and divine intervention and epic successes and swapping nice non-threatening ideas with other people -
Oh, I had a book about this when I was little, my mother caught me trying to take apart the television and she was so frightened and she made me read this entire book about "those who sought science" - there was someone trying to invent a way to non-magically give things motive force, he thought he'd be able to underbid the enchanted carriage people, he's dead. Somebody in some part of the Shift was trying to figure out how fast things fall and what makes them fall various speeds and now I think down is in a different direction or something for miles around where she worked.
Asking is fine, although it can make people nervous if you do too much. Gods and stuff like that can get away with things other people can't, too... the things going on when Mahtan was trying to make me lenses seemed weird but it also seemed like he was going to go talk to Aulë about it before anything got out of hand and that seemed like a reasonable safety precaution.
Oh, they do all kinds of things in science fantasy. Fly to the moon in capsules full of recycled air. The engine idea, that gets used, all kinds of vehicles. Medicine as good as divine magic or better and easier to use. Archers who can hit their targets every time by knowing just exactly how to calculate where everything's going to be. Cheap mass resurrection. Machines that handle information like crystal balls and communication like magic mirrors only better.
I mean, those things aren't the major problem I had with it, I'm all for accurate self-assessment, the major problem is that powerful beings don't like it if regular people get uppity and 'uppity' can mean 'being actually arrogant in some way' but it can also mean 'feeling entitled not to be slaughtered by divinely-appointed natural disasters' or 'thinking it's unfair that fae can disproportionately retaliate against people being slightly rude to them' or 'wanting to be powerful enough not to have to worry about that, but not being there yet'.
...no, those things wouldn't be problems. I think Nerdanel at one point told Aulë she wanted to be a Vala when she grew up and he said they'd be delighted to have her but it'd interfere with her plan to have ten children - the Valar can't, you see. People can't become Ainur, we're fundamentally different kinds of being, but you wouldn't get struck down for wanting.
There were exactly three, out of all the hundred thousand of us, who agreed to check out Valinor after the war, when they came and offered. Everyone else was either too scared or too paranoid or just thought it sounded fishy. Finwë, Ingwë and Olwë. I told Finwë I expected he'd never come back and he said "but if they're telling the truth, no one will ever die again. We have to know something like that." And they left, and they came back and persuaded our people it was real and it was safe and it could be ours.
Everyone who is here - well, everyone older than Nerdanel - is here because Finwë personally explained the Valar and Valinor to them, convinced them it was worth it, won their trust, and got them to pack up and leave everything they'd ever known. We hadn't had Kings back by Cuivienen but when the Valar said we should have one to mediate disputes and who they could settle grand questions of policy and land with, the choice was obvious.
...I wish I knew how to do the whole Kingship thing. Your world sounds horrible but it'd be useful just to talk to someone who worked in their leadership, just to get a sense of how one manages when your Emperor's unhappy and stressed and you want to fix the situation but also you want to resolve the actual underlying concern, which would be easier to fix with tinted glasses, without escalating every minor concern to his attention and making him evaluate it all individually.
So I think standard procedure would have been asking me before even telling Finwë what I'd need to do the best possible job and then I could have told you that the light is making it hard to read and that the process wouldn't be risk-free and the confidentiality thing and then you could have presented all that to him without, uh, being terrified of phrasing it wrong.
The procedures are designed to help the monarchs with governance, not with their personal lives, which is kind of short-sighted since their personal lives turn into future governance. I think it has to do with how willing most of them are to accept feedback on their parenting versus delegate parts of their work.
I told you there were three people who agreed to go to Valinor? Ingwë, Finwë, Elwë? One from each of the three tribes of our people that existed by Cuivienen. The third tribe, Elwë's people, were delayed on coming to Valinor - by Elwë himself vanishing, actually. Only half of them came at all and they're currently on their island, declining to come any closer.
There were going to be more parts of my training where I practiced on people, but I was going to do it with someone standing by who was better at the subtle arts than me; without that safety net available I don't think it will help overall, especially if she's the only person who has this problem.
Nod, nod. Bella did bring a notebook and a pen; she starts taking shorthand notes. Um, I know nobody here knows how to read, but if anybody ever learns, patient confidentiality extends not only to what I'm allowed to say but also to who's allowed to look at my notes.
Well, I'll be talking like this, not out loud, because I don't speak your language; but no one should eavesdrop on the conversation. Miriel can tell you anything she wants later, the confidentiality is only about me and what I'm allowed to say - subtle arts work can get very personal and the idea is that my work on her thoughts should be as private as her thoughts and that privacy should be just as much hers to control.
My people don't have swearing to things in the same way yours do; the enforcement can't be absolute. But I did promise in the way we have. If I were found in violation of patient confidentiality I'd lose my license to practice and probably be punished beyond that too depending on exactly what happened.
You need some native aptitude for them to get anything useful out of training them, but even people like me who have a fair bit of that need to study and practice to go beyond some handful of natural talents. My only actual natural talent is shielding - other subtle artists find it hard to read me if I don't want to be read and I don't have to concentrate to have a high level of defense there. One of them noticed that when I was little, so that's how I found out; other people have more active talents and are noticed younger or more dramatically; some people don't do anything by accident and find out when they take a standardized test for it or interact with an acquaintance who's trained to notice.
There are three basic things that are considered subtle arts - telepathy, the most complicated, most common, and best documented, which is the basis for all mental healing and plenty of other utilities; telekinesis, which I have a little bit of and work on sometimes; and pyrokinesis, which I don't seem to have but might be able to train up if for some reason that seemed like a good use of my time. The really obvious subtle artist kids are the ones who set things on fire. Although then somebody has to distinguish them from kids with precocious arcane talents, since arcane magic can do fire too.
I only know general education level arcane magic but it's stuff like - um, the standard example is a light but I like how shady it is here and most of the other ones I remember how to do aren't very friendly because I learned them in self-defense class. Um, will I be able to get more wool here if I dip into my component pouch? There's an illusion sound one I could show you.
And then she says a couple words and claps the wool between her hands; when she separates them the wool is gone and six seconds of soft lute music play. If I were an actual wizard I could make it louder and last longer.
There are twelve. Manwë - lord of the airs, he commands the great Eagles, he lives on Taniquetil, he's the King of the Valar. Varda, who put the stars in the sky, lives there with him. Aulë you've met, and his wife Yavanna is the Vala of plants and trees. These are the gardens of Lórien and Estë - he is the Vala of dreams, she of rest and healing - and considered the fairest place in Valinor, and full of spirits.
Then there's Ulmo, lord of the seas, and Mandos, who is trying to restore our dead. Nienna, the Vala of grief and pity, and Vairë who weaves the threads of fate. Oromë, the Hunter, and Tulkas who came down later to help throw Melkor down, and who loves feats of strength. Vána, Spring, and Nessa, the Dancer.
I have a kind of power called 'subtle arts' which perceives and interacts with minds. I can't just reach in and flip a switch, but if you work with me I might be able to help make it easier for you to think around and past and eventually without the problems with your mood that are making it so you can't do anything. It is potentially dangerous, if I make a mistake. I'm not fully trained and there isn't another, better subtle artist here to call if something goes wrong. But I'm more likely to do nothing at all than to do something to make you worse or differently impaired, and hopefully I'm more likely to be able to help at least a little than either. It might take months or years to get anywhere depending on how complicated is, and since it's troubled you for so long it probably is pretty complicated, but I'm happy to try.
The most important factor is that you be willing to be open with me. I've made a professional promise that I'll take patient confidentiality with the utmost gravity - it isn't literally unbreakable like the kinds of oaths your people can make but it is very serious. You can tell anyone anything you like; I can't, no matter what I see or what you tell me, with the idea being that then you'll be willing to tell me or let me look at whatever might help. I need your consent to do anything at all complicated or delicate and it will help for some possible things like that if you're very relaxed. And sometimes if your mind needs to walk through a certain process you'll need to do some of the work yourself - depending on what I find I might ask you to meditate on certain ideas or visualize certain things, stuff like that.
Okay, I can talk about me. I'm Bella Swan. I'm from a horrible dangerous plane where there's lots of things about as powerful as Valar and not a one of them anywhere near as nice, and the universe punishes people who experiment on it. I'm younger than I look; my species doesn't live very long and I'm a young adult at age just-shy-of-nineteen. There are lots of species and lots of cultures in my world. I'm from one called the Imperium, which is mostly humans like me but has other kinds of people too, and has a pretty high standard of living for the average person and some conveniences that haven't been invented here yet in spite of all the horrible danger. I finished the standard educational program that everybody in the Imperium does, and I've done one year of extra academic work on top of that because I wanted to learn to do - well, this, pretty much. I was about to start my second year but I couldn't find my classroom, and walked into a different classroom that should have been locked but wasn't, and fell into some kind of magic thing, and landed in a storage room in the palace, right near Fëanáro. And I am gradually becoming less terrified of things like royalty and gods and literally everyone I meet, so that's nice.
Uh, yeah. If I had landed via magical accident in my Emperor's palace I would have had a very unpleasant time and then probably been executed. Since he would have assumed I was an assassin or something. And we can't do the binding oaths thing so I couldn't just swear I wasn't an assassin. Royalty tend to have and use a lot of far-reaching powers over their people and anyone else in their jurisdiction.
There isn't a single 'the Enemy', but there's magic that can affect the soul and prevent it from going to an afterlife and some of those are supposed to be worth going to; and I could have wound up in one of the known other planes, most of which are bad in most of the ways my world is bad and some of which are worse. Like the place demons live.
In my language there are correspondences between sounds and symbols, and you can write down the symbols to represent words. I write things down so I don't forget them, and we use books in class so we have things to refer to about the material when the teacher's doing other things, and books hold stories and poems and other kinds of information too.
The coffee thing will wear off, it usually lasts an hour or two but you might burn through it faster because you're so tired to begin with. I can redo it. The guideline on it is that it shouldn't replace a normal amount of sleep, but, uh, that probably isn't a problem you're going to have.
No, they don't stack. You have to get a better set for way more money if you need that much performance. Mine are about enough that I can run if I need to, which I can't do at all without faceplanting in the ground without; that's what my parents could afford. Uh, money is how people on my world allocate scarce things; there aren't so many people who can make boots like this that they can just give them out as presents, and they require scarce things to make, too.
I think writing's been invented independently several times. This alphabet was designed to write Draconic in, so by dragons or people who were using their language, probably, but I don't know the particular inventor and it's been adapted for lots of other languages including mine, Pax, since then.
I was tired all the time. I didn't - I love him, but I didn't feel happy when I held him, or when he smiled, or when he learned to speak or to walk. I tried to pick my hobbies back up - I'd stopped because he was so demanding of attention - but they were tiring, and didn't make me happy either. So I just pretended. For as long as I could, until I found myself wishing he'd be quiet, and then I felt so guilty and so terrified that I couldn't stop crying, and I told Finwë everything, and he rushed me here. I've been here for four years.
I don't feel that either. But once you've been involved with someone for a long time - and Finwë and I have known each other for centuries - love isn't always a feeling. Sometimes it's just knowing how much someone matters. So I've been trying to have that. For my son. Since I can't be any semblance of the mother he deserves - even orcs love their children -
That's a perfectly good reason to try, I don't mean otherwise, Bella says. But my priority is getting you back to being Miriel before it's getting you back to being Queen or Mom or anything, does that make sense? I won't think I've done my job if I just get you awake enough to pretend again, I want you to want to be alive.
I can't tell you anything about the therapy part. This was mostly about getting to know each other so she'd be more comfortable, though. Which is why she's wearing my shoes; they're magic, they do dexterity and her hands were shaking when she wanted to try writing.
She continues not to know who the inventors are but she could talk about the uses all day! Signs and books and leaving notes when you're not where someone expected you to be and carriage schedules and complicated math you can't do in your head and charts and diagrams and outlines and calligraphy and did she mention books and magic scrolls and written music and signed artwork and labels on plants in botanical gardens and monuments and room numbers and writing is so great you guys
I know what we could do!! one of Miriel's attendants says excitedly. We've been inventing new words for all the things we now need words for. And instead of inventing them, we could borrow them from words in your tongue, like we did a little with words in the Valarin tongue! So we can come up with nice-sounding Quenya for all the things you were just talking about, books and scrolls and schedules...
Bella starts naming musical instruments and providing mental images. It's sort of hard to list every musical instrument she's ever heard of but she skips around by category and then starting letter of the alphabet until she's all out of instruments she can call to mind.
They all nod. Finwë's heartbroken. I think he told himself that everything we lost and suffered on the journey here was endurable only because it could never ever happen again, and then - years of slowly watching someone you love in great pain would be hard on anyone. And Fëanáro's of course too young to really cope.
Rúmil sits down heavily. Finwë and Ingwë founded Tirion together. Ingwë was the leader of one of the other host. The Minyar, they call themselves, the First Elves, but we call them the Vanyar, the fair ones, because they all have hair the color of Laurelin. Anyway, they decided Tirion wasn't close enough to the Valar and have asked to move to live on Mount Taniquetil itself, but the move has been demanding of resources and complicated and a little messy and it's all poorly timed.
He's really curious. It's not a bad trait but it will mean he'll wind up hearing all those rumors, and a curious person doesn't go 'oh, when I eavesdrop, I hear hurtful things, better stop', they go, 'I must continue listening until I'm sure I've heard it all'...
Yes, that's what Fëanáro said. Um, there's a concept in my world of 'introverts' and 'extroverts' and introverts really don't do well if they have to be accompanied all the time. I'm an introvert, mostly, myself, and I would have... probably wound up outright hating my parents if they would have never left me alone.
There aren't really rules. Obviously you want to be respectful in their presence, and some people find 'be respectful' hard and confusing and much prefer to have an established social rule about what precisely you should do and say, so they're debating one and trying to get everyone settled, but it hasn't been settled yet.
I - um - I like that it's a science fantasy world and the royalty isn't entitled to hurt anybody and that everybody's used to talking telepathically so I could get by before learning the language and um that there aren't the kind of gods and stuff we have at home because they're dangerous and [and what did I do that you're trying to kick me out?!] and that I can be useful here even though it's already really nice.
I - I don't know if I understand what you mean? Is this the kind of story that ends with a "voluntary" species change that was never discussed in so many words, is this the kind of story where they learn to fly to "planets" that act more like other planes and she can't go because she joined the "land" -
I seem to have - fallen in with them and don't know the other groups... Aren't you millions of years old and supposed to be ultra patient why are you asking these things on day two Khersis Dei dude - she should probably get out of the habit of swearing like that -
...That startles her into a laugh. A paladin is a holy warrior, like a cross between a fighter and a cleric. They have magic horses-or-horse-equivalents and they're mostly known for exorcisms and killing the undead and public service stuff like that, but they're also heavily involved in the hierarchies and theologies of their churches, the paladins of a particular religion are an 'order', and, yes, it is a thing that has happened that a god decided to start his own paladin order and the paladins wound up not getting along with the existing clerics of the same god and they fought for seventy years until the paladins managed to convince a bunch of the clerics they were right, kill the other clerics with double agents, and establish themselves as the only branch of the faith. Naturally the god didn't show up to clear anything up during this mess.
Worship is sort of a collective word for all the things people who are - fans of a specific god - do. Khersians go to services where clerics or nonmagical church officials give lectures on morality and ways that members of the Khersian community are expected to behave, often conflating the two, and there's a gesture they make that if it's backed up by a lot of faith in Khersis has minor magical powers against undead and demons and stuff, and they tend to randomly ask him for or thank him for things even if there's no reason to believe he was intervening and sometimes in lieu of thanking whoever actually did the thing they're thankful for, and they talk a lot about how much they love Khersis and how this influences their politics, and they obsessively reread the Scriptures. Khaele's followers are mostly nymphs - they're a species she made and has a lot of personal contact with - and some druids and farmers and stuff, she's a fertility and nature goddess, lots of people will throw her some token respect about those topics even if they're mostly something else or nothing else. Like, they manage not to kill a houseplant for a month, thanks Mama Kh.
Depends on who you ask. Most gods are unpopular with somebody. I'm not sure I have enough information to objectively rank them. But my concern was what happens to the souls Mandos is looking after if he gets into a fight with a god from my world. I mean, maybe they get to go to one of the nicer afterlives, but there are nasty ones...
That's... sort of what I mean, these pants will chafe like crazy if they get wet, but actually humans in my culture wear specific sorts of outfits for swimming and I meant I didn't have one. I guess wearing something that's okay to get wet will work just as well.
I figured there had to be different nudity norms going on when my tour guide took her shirt off to mark my house plot. It wouldn't be normal for me to be naked in front of basically anybody but, like, nymphs aren't even allowed to wear clothes, other species have intermediate opinions.
Uh, possibly partly because of nymphs but possibly not, it's considered sexual. Male humans in informal settings sometimes go topless but otherwise we pretty much cover the whole torso and at least a few inches of leg, maybe with a gap around the waist, again in informal situations. Humans actually have laws about how much you have to be wearing to go out in public without being arrested - if you're a human; those laws in particular are pretty species-sensitive as laws go - and then places like school will have dress codes on top of that for what you are or aren't allowed to wear.
I mentioned they're a species Mother Khaele made? They're all sort of like innate clerics; they can do healing magic. They're associated with plants - there's wild ones who have bits of forest or river or something, and there's domestic ones who have fields of crops, Khaele didn't seem to mind when people domesticated them and the nymphs don't seem to mind either. They can pretty reliably get a response out of her when they pray, although it won't necessarily be any good and they don't like to bother her about anything that doesn't seem urgent, and it's safe for them to try it as long as they're respectful, and they call her Mother. They're not allowed to wear clothes by divine mandate and sort of consider their physical humanoid bodies public property, as distinct from the fields or whatever, which they also 'are'. If something happens to their mobile bodies they respawn in their field or whatever.
I think most of the big ones didn't ascend, or at least don't have known stories about ascent, but it is an occasional, possible thing. My impression - not that I studied comparative theology very much - is actually that the ascended ones have higher variance and some are much better than the average god, some worse. The worse ones are more likely to be picked off by their new peers.
...The rest of the world actually is mostly worse, although I'm probably working off filtered information. Parts of it are better for individual species. A kobold might well be safer among other kobolds than in the middle of Enwich. But the Imperium is probably - depending on how good my information is - safer for humans and many other things; and the stuff that makes it locally variant is all about how one's neighbors react to one, and about how advanced the infrastructure in things like healing and transportation and making sure there aren't famines is, which the Imperium's quite good at. Not about universal problems like gods and monsters.
I'd probably split up a lot of people who can't stop fighting, put them on different planes and make it harder for people to go plane to plane to make trouble. Not all planes are inhabited yet, there'd be room. I don't know much about the nasty afterlives but I'd either move everybody into nicer ones or spruce them up so they were okay. Code of conduct for the gods and dragons and fae and stuff. I'd let science work, like it does here. While that was getting off the ground I'd fix some scarcity problems, maybe directly or maybe just by relaxing the laws of magic that mean you can't conjure certain things without ridiculously difficult and draining magic. There's a lot of parts of the world that are really poor and don't have good educational systems to turn out as many wizards and such as they'd need to catch up to their neighbors so I'd probably try to scale up the general idea of what my school is doing with having so many foreign students, incentivize that. Oh, and the horrors that live outside the crystal sphere, I'd need to figure out what the deal was with those and if they have any reason to exist or if they can just go.
Oh, if you fly really high and the universe doesn't just keep making it the case that the sphere is higher than that, you can reach a sphere around the planet, and if it cracks, things come through. This has never been good. Messing with the sphere or the things that come out of it is very much epic business. Epic being a sort of catchall for 'people of a power level you might compose an epic about'.
Very clean clear pebbles in a variety of colors - it'd be cool if they were beautiful stones and crystals, suggests Rúmil, and then they are - and lots of flashy tiny fish, which appear undisturbed by all the water-changing going on around them - They probably have a very strong preference that it stay breathable and healthy for them.
He wants to learn the forge. He's far too young for it, but the only thing that's stopping him from ordering a miniature one built is that physics doesn't work that way, you can't scale them down, and I told him he wouldn't learn as much if he asked Aulë for one that didn't obey the right physical principles.
He smiles broadly. I know what we should do, we should do an experiment!!! We should, say, investigate how the waxy coating on different kinds of leaves in the forest helps protect them from withering in bright light. We'll collect twenty leaves from twenty types of tree and scrape the wax off half the leaves from each and set them out somewhere in the sunlight and see which are affected most and wither fastest, and then look at the wax we've collected and try to notice what properties it has that might explain how it protects them! Is that the sort of thing that'd make your universe angry?
And she scoops the branches all into a pile and leans over it and makes a gesture and murmurs a word and holds her hand palm-down over the wood. Fire bursts forth and lights up the wood, which burns merrily.
She's walking through a vague landscape. She leans down to tie some threads together, and a bush sprouts. She ties some more, and there's a road. She's drawing her hands carefully in and out of the air now, and there's a house, and she goes inside and it's furnished but empty, and she sits down on the bed and sews some birds in the air and lets them go flying out the doorframe.
Bella signposts the affect and opens her eyes again. I can try to work with this but it's complicated and you'll probably want input into exactly where I go with it. There's a sort of accomplishment-based happiness that I can try to attach to things you might accomplish while awake, and relief that I'm not immediately sure what to attach to but I can put it somewhere if you have an idea.
I'm not here to judge you, Bella says, even if it weren't only a dream. Being surrounded by expectations you can't meet is really hard and they're a concrete symbol of that. It might mean I can't attach the same feeling to the exact opposite situation and have you relieved whenever they're around, but I could attach it to something less directly opposed.
Bella resorts to her book. Common choices for triggers to anchor affect-copies on are waking up, mealtimes, seeing loved ones - besides your husband and son, in this case - favorite weather conditions - might not really work here - and anything else regular and familiar which is potentially an appropriate receptacle for the emotion in question.
It'd depend. There's no guarantees about which mistakes I'm risking at any given moment, but trying that thing in particular would be more likely to get an emotional interference result - maybe you'd laugh when you didn't feel like laughing, at weird times - than a completely unrelated result like forgetting how to use adjectives.
Okay. She knows this procedure, she knows the mechanics of it, the thing she hasn't studied is its application in a clinical setting but this one's almost textbook except for all the ways it isn't.
Here goes.
She finds her signpost.
She marks out a category of "eating", because that seems easier to delineate and easier to test right away.
And she draaaaags the affect over...
She passed her concentration exams with flying colors but when she is no longer in deep focus she will kick herself for not telling Miriel not to interrupt.
Draaaaaag. Put. Stitch stitch stitch. This category warrants this feeling. See how nicely she made it fit.
She watches, waiting to see if it'll stick.
Bella repeats the procedure, freaking out a little less, which is good because the target category is a little fuzzier. Find those little bursts of happiness; paste them in alongside waking tasks, accomplished-pleased-satisfied, scaled appropriately to the size of the task -
Done.
If there's a - a jug of water and you can't twist the cap off because your hands shake too much you don't really have the water. If there's a book and you can't read the language you don't really have the information. And if there's a - a science fantasy paradise and you can't even sit up, it's not very paradisaical for you.
In my world the universe gets angry and contrary if you try to figure out how it works in too much detail - doing iterated experiments is dangerous and in the best case will just make whatever you were looking at change just to spite you. There's at least one part of the world that doesn't have a down anymore because someone was dropping things and measuring how fast they fell in too much detail.
Bella smiles. It's okay to notice things just in the course of going about your life. It's okay to copy what other people are doing, and they may have noticed different things or tried something that works better on their first, safe try. It's okay to practice at a thing and improve at the skills involved. People can invent stuff and get really good at making stuff and the things that are useful spread, and we have a lot of things for quality of life that haven't been invented here yet. Just no experiments.
Sure. It's a sphere, with continents and oceans all over it, and high up in the sky, too high to get to unless the universe likes you, is a crystal sphere where the lights of the sky are set. There's lots of different species besides humans - She shows pictures. And lots of magic, of which I know a little tiny bit but I might be able to reinvent more if I work on it and I have forever and nothing will swat me for experimenting here... The sky is blue, she adds.
I'm working out of a textbook so I'm sure there are things about the procedure I don't know, but normally I'd have an office somewhere and you'd find me in a book of people who do subtle arts and I'd have a specialty and you'd come to appointments - or I'd make house calls, if you couldn't leave your home - and then I'd do, well, sort of what we've been doing, except with less personal chatting because I'd be charging money for my time and you'd have a background expectation about therapists and how they work which didn't involve much of it.
I don't think it'd do me much good here, it only works if everybody wants it, and anyway I'm happy to help - the things I'd be doing with money would have mostly been 'pay to have a place to live' and 'buy food' and 'give to charity' and those are kind of not things I need to do here. I didn't have a specialty picked out. There's a bunch. Mood disorders, trauma, family therapy - I probably wouldn't have gone for that, it would have been too easy to get into the habit of trying to convince everyone that the sensible solution I came up with will solve their problems - anxiety, disconnection from reality, impulse control problems, substance abuse, all kinds of things - She picks up her intro book. I probably wouldn't have ever developed the sheer force to specialize in undoing hostile arts or magical damage other people did...
Hm. Um, the first I remember hearing about how dangerous experiments are was when I was very little and my mother caught me trying to take apart the television. Televisions are a magical device that tell visual and auditory stories, sort of like the osanwë that accompanies singing here only you can see it with your actual eyes. The stories are made by writers and illusionists and the televisions will put the same shows on all the sets that are tuned to pick up that story and not a different one. I wanted to know how it worked but I was going about it dangerously - I don't remember for sure but I might have just finished watching a science fantasy show where people took things apart - and Ranae stopped me and made me read a book about people who tried things like that.
Bella giggles. When I went to university, I got a magic knife which was enchanted not to cut me - because otherwise it would be pretty dangerous to go around with a weapon; but the school has a policy that everyone needs to carry one unless they get an exception, because we're not children anymore and can't be constantly supervised but need to be ready if we run into something dangerous. There's conscientious objector status, which I don't qualify for - I would totally be willing to stab a ghoul if it came after me - and there's an exception for if you're sufficiently dangerous unarmed. I'm not very agile even with my boots, so I'm hardly dangerous even with a knife, but the policy doesn't care about that; so I took a class called Arcane Defense and learned a couple spells but fell short of qualifying for the exception. So I still had the knife on me when I landed, and when I told my tour guide about it - I guess she didn't know what it was by looking - she had me take it Aulë and asked him to enchant it so it wouldn't cut anyone else either.
Eeeeee~ A popular entertainment in my world is fake warfare; it's called 'skirmish'. Everybody puts their weapons through a magic item called a mockbox, and gets an illusion version of the weapon which leaves illusion wounds and mimics all the magical effects of the weapon, and there's similar ways to make it so you can use other effects that would normally be lethal. People on a team are assigned point values based on how strategically valuable they are, and point-matched teams face off in a big arena trying to mock-kill each other. It's fun to watch when it's more battlefield control and magic, I get bored when it's about who's better at hitting the other guys with a sword, but there's usually something cool going on because teams can have dozens of people depending on how many point-heavy fighters they send out. People do it for fun, but it's also not bad practice for fighting in real life; the mockbox means they don't get in the habit of pulling their punches the way they would in a sparring match and they can go kill evil dragons or whatever one day.
Well, it... duplicates the whole person. The duplicate talks and everything. Some of the combat classes use it but it's not a thing in skirmish, too many people would bail out. Also if your mock did the fighting you wouldn't learn from it or get to have any fun.
He returns several hours later. Lórien says that the Valar do not desire that it be possible to travel instantly across the whole Blessed Realm, but for the circumstances it is appropriate to permit you to enjoy the company of your new people in Tirion and your aid to Miriel here. He hands her a leaf that does not look edible.
Asleep, when I left. I can't go into much detail. Lorien made me a thing that will let me travel between the garden and your courtyard instantly, so I came back to give Fëanáro a lesson, although I'm afraid he's in a bad mood now because I wanted to find you before starting.
I think it will be easier for you to develop a healthy relationship with him once your mind's straightened out and the only way I know to do that involves figuring out every related single thing in there, whether it's pretty or not, and making sure it can work together the way it's supposed to.
So it was easier to come up with things to say about him when you pretended he wasn't your son. Um, this may not have happened here but in my world if someone loses their parents they can be adopted, and their adoptive parents are regarded as their "real" parents, but this doesn't change the history where someone else used to hold that title; what happens if you pretend you adopted him?
...My textbook doesn't mention this as a treatment for postpartum depression, which makes me think it probably doesn't work, but I can undo it if it doesn't work and it would be quick to try - I could cover up some of your earlier memories of Fëanáro and see if that lets you think of him in a more context-free way?
I don't have exact numbers. I think less than one in a hundred times I try this will it be harder than I expect to put the memory back, and maybe two times in twenty of those I won't be able to put it back when I try and one of those I'll mess something else up trying.
My book is more of an 'about' than a 'how-to'. So it doesn't say much, but it mentions lists of techniques that can come up, including the affect patch, and things that can affect presentation, like when I wanted to read your affect to see if there were emotions present you couldn't notice or just no emotions.
- finds all the tendrils the memory has drawn elsewhere through Miriel's mind, remembering it and forming a new memory of the remembrance, gosh this has been on her mind a lot -
- and draws a cloud over all of it, gentle, gentle, not deleting, just obscuring.
"Most of them are about subtle arts, which I think doesn't even happen to people here, and the other ones are about history of my world and about arcane magic, which I also don't think is a thing here. In the long run you probably just want to write your own books, and get other people excited about writing books, and then there can be lots," she shows him an osanwë image of the university library, "instead of hoarding the handful I happened to have when I had my accident."
"Close. It's not a perfectly regular correspondence and there are spellings that don't make sense; I've got a double L." She writes this out. "You could spell your name that way if you wanted but I'd be more inclined to swap the first A and the E -" Feanaro, she writes.
She pronounces the two versions of his name. "Double letters are sometimes there for no good reason, and sometimes there to distinguish between words that are different but not pronounced differently enough to get different actual letters, and sometimes people who are really used to all these words think it'd be pronounced differently with a single letter - in 'Bella' it'd change the vowel a little, see, this is 'Bella' but that would be, mm, 'Bela' -" Slightly altered, more emphasized first syllable. "Also it's not a Pax name originally so the language it came from may have been using double letters for something else entirely."
"I don't speak that one even a little bit, but yeah, my name is from another language, it means 'beautiful' - there's a bunch of them that use the Draconic alphabet like Pax does and some of them are related. Like Kharoline, which I studied a little in school and barely remember any of. And there's others that aren't related at all and just started using the alphabet separately, and then there are totally other alphabets." She writes Kharoline and Draconic and Pax and then some of the swoopy letters that Rúmil thought were prettier.
"Ooh. Um, if you want to describe how many languages there are relative to that feeling you might say 'rich' or 'overwhelming' but it'd be a little more natural to talk about the feeling itself, you're - consumed with the need to learn about all the languages. I wish I'd paid more attention in school and could at least get you more than a handful of words of Kharoline..."
He's bouncing. "So, like, learning your way around the palace. It is useful, but once you know it you know your way about the palace, it'd be silly to start thinking about the ways one gets around palaces in general. Or how many kinds of animals they are, or the hymns of the Valar. And then there are things where, when you learn them, it's obvious that to really understand you have to understand a related thing, and that to have a full picture you have to be able to use both of them for a third thing, and there is a deep underlying thing and once I work hard enough and am smart enough I'll understand everything, but even just looking I can see how much that is, and languages have so so much to understand about them, and there are hundreds of languages, and if I don't want to spend an Age on it I have to see the deep roots right away."
"I want to know everything not because I already learned it all but because I understand it all and can learn it, really fast, when I need to. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to figure out what to learn first and what if there was too much to learn in all the Ages of the world and it ended and I still didn't know everything?"
"It sounds like it'd be pretty hard to make you happy if you didn't know enough things," she points out. "Maybe you will personally prevent the Song from ending just by being impossible to satisfy. Because there's lots of other people and there will only be more and they'll come up with all kinds of things and maybe some of them want to do that very fast, too."
"Maybe. I mean, you can learn what I remember about it, since I'm from there, but that's not actually very much. Maybe one day we'll figure out how to rescue other people who are stuck there or in the other planes I know about and then you can learn what they know too."
I need to be alone, sometimes, need it like my head will explode otherwise, and sometimes I need to see new things or talk to new people, and if I tell people what to do they do what they're told and I get in trouble for breaking the rule but they don't get in trouble and I only do it when it's worth it."
And he still has her pen.
She can't quite decide if she thinks this was a ploy to walk off with her pen or not, but frankly she's okay with letting it work if it was. It would, after all, be kind of cool if random twigs in Lorien leaked black sap onto paper when written with.
She goes back to the garden.
Being very demanding and unreasonable so everyone secretly resents him, mismanaging public events and the running of the city in a way that makes it harder for people to live in it without having some extraordinary talent, requisitioning peoples' things on a whim, making himself and everyone around him miserable, vanishing for weeks at a time. What were you imagining?
Well, mismanagement hurts people compared to good management. No one would starve and no one would be homeless only because the King couldn't actually mismanage enough to change that. No one would be tortured, though, because there are no conceivable circumstances under which anyone here would allow it.
Not exactly. That's not what they were for, they were intended to go with classes I can't really take here. I guess I could start on reinventing the entire field of wizardry! ...I think it involves fancy inks and stuff, maybe those are around for art even if they haven't been applied to spellbooks.
By Cuivienen everyone slept very close, for warmth. There were things you'd ask about but not much you wouldn't do, if you were friends or someone was lonely or sad or it was cold. The Valar explained that civilized behavior is a bit different than the things we'd been doing, and now everyone's trying to decide on a new set of policies. I think Tirion's hosting debates.
Eru, their creator, had...a vision? a plan? something like that, and there are lots of bits that they don't remember or that are very vague but others they have opinions about. It does seem very arbitrary at times. People were married to multiple other people and they thought it should be very obvious that you couldn't possibly do that.
"Hello," he says, and giggles. "My name is Rúmil of Tirion." and then, in a deeper voice, "Through long ages the Valar dwelt in bliss in the light of the Trees beyond the Mountains of Aman, but all Middle-earth lay in a twilight under the stars. While the Lamps had shone, growth began there which now was checked, because all was again dark. But already the oldest living things had arisen: in the seas the great weeds, and on earth the shadow of great trees; and in the valleys of the night-clad hills there were dark creatures old and strong."
"That could be it too! Synaesthesia turns out different for all different people, one time everybody in the class I was in tried it on each other and there was a really heated argument about what colors numbers were - for some reason symbols like numbers and letters are easy to synaesthetize."
When I tried synaesthesia I actually did textures to sounds, so I don't have opinions on what color three is. The argument was between someone who thought it was brown and someone who thought it was yellow, I remember that. I think if you do the same match on the same person it's consistent but I don't remember for sure.
I mean, I could see doing that, but I think I'd be vaguely nervous without a way to sort of 'keep score' and a way to save up ability-to-get-things in case something goes wrong with my acquiring-the-ability-to-get-things procedure. I don't think of myself as really a socially adept person and this is a whole new culture, so I'd worry I'd offend people without noticing and then suddenly nobody would give me stuff. If people want to play with recreational synaesthesia then at least I have a chance to corner them and say 'hey, you gave everybody but me lunch yesterday, what gives' or something.
Druids are a kind of divine magic user who focus on nature, and sometimes nature gods, instead of a specific god; and there are secular druids who don't incorporate gods at all and just operate directly from - I'm not sure exactly, there are a small handful of secular clerics who claim to run on faith in concepts, I'm not sure how somebody has faith in nature as a concept but that might be what secular druids are doing? Anyway, druids can do healing magic and also a lot of magic to do with plants and animals and they learn to shapeshift.
If you decide while you know what you'll be forgetting that you want to forget, I don't have to put it back if you ask me to. Although I'd want you to confirm in general terms to some witnesses that that's what's going on so people don't think I go around nonconsensually walling off memories.
Can't break them - like, if there's an action directly contrary to them, you cannot take it. An Oath not to do something is much stronger but more limited than an Oath to do a thing. I didn't know what happens if you just delay one, but apparently this is what happens. You can do things like 'try to fulfill the Oath honorably even if there's a more direct path available', but you start feeling the delaying thing after a while if you don't expect the method you're trying to work, and if you anticipate that someone's going to make the Oath impossible to fulfill you can't help them do that.
Hmm. There's a famous old epic in which a young woman had sworn another enmity, and when some condition triggered she realized she had to kill the other woman, so she sang at length about how she had to do this, and then tried, and predictably people stopped her and took her weapons away, and the oath ceased to torment her while she had no power to get to her friend, and then an avenue for her to escape arose, and she ignored it while the Oath sang louder in her heart and became unbearable, and then she took the chance to escape and found the other woman and said 'I have to keep trying' and the other woman killed her. And she was the better fighter, so the song suggests that she permitted it.
Why couldn't you - tell some witnesses that I'm going to make you forget a thing, your informed opinion is that you don't want to know it except on some occasional basis, and - then you'll be better and you can go home and on an occasional basis I can let you remember it for a short time and you'll be nearer Fëanáro at those times than you usually are now -?
And then everybody knows that when you have the memory you don't want it, and that constitutes your informed consent, and then I guess everybody runs interference so you don't pester me at all hours of the day but it seems better than you wasting away here. There might be a better idea, especially if I can think of a loophole you couldn't - if you were willing to tell anybody, I mean, the Valar would just reembody him right away and you'd be done, but I understand why you can't bring yourself to do that -
If you were willing to tell people, I imagine someone who has been here for a while and doesn't need to be alive right now in particular might be willing to test it out. And - and I don't know about Eldar but on my plane people recover from the most horrifying sorts of things happening to them in their childhoods up to and including being murdered by a parent and then resurrected, it's not common but it's happened, it's not easy but it's doable, and you I don't know what you're going to do if the memory thing doesn't work and it's as airtight as you think it is - is there no way to release an oath -?
I'm honestly not trying to therapize you for anyone else's sake but your own, but you do keep bringing up what would happen to Fëanáro if you temporarily killed him and I'm not sure why you think that would definitely be worse than what would happen if you died.
Bella does a little mental arithmetic. Okay, once a month. And we can try to think of something better, in case there is something, but this will get you much improved right away. Who do you want for witnesses so it doesn't look like I just did it without permission?
She can make some of my memories go away temporarily. When she does that, I feel better, but I also want the memories back and I can't remember the reason I agreed to let her. We agreed she can take them away and show them to me once a month, but I'm not going to remember why I agreed, so you're here as proof that I did.
But I can't live like this I need her to remove it. I want my memories back! I'd rather be sick than have a hole like this in my head!
"Fëanáro, I made a very serious promise not to tell anyone anything that I learn about a patient while treating them. Since you figured out that I'm treating your mother, that means that if you say things like that to me I may start to think that you're trying to get me to break that promise, or trying to get around it by watching my face or something. I have already told you that it's not your fault, which I know just from when her problem started; and that's all I can tell you and you should not try to find out anything else I know."
"That doesn't surprise me. But the promise I made is really important. Like - you know how much you need to be alone sometimes, it's even more important than that that people get to be alone in their own heads. I have powers that let me go look inside people's heads. I have to be very careful about only using them with permission, and once I've looked, I have to be a space of privacy for what I saw. So please don't try to make me make a mistake."
"You could mention it around people who aren't me. Or in ways I can't follow. I won't speak competent Quenya for years, probably longer because I don't have your gift for languages and I can just subtle arts it. Or, you could pause before you say things like that and warn me that you're going to so I have a moment to make sure I'll control my face and think about what I'll say. But mostly my reaction to this situation is 'people should not say that even if they don't think you're listening, that's horrible'."
"There's a difference - a really important difference - between 'because of me' and 'my fault'. In my parents' case I think they actually would have gotten divorced either way, they had me pretty quickly after they got married in the first place and it just didn't take them that long to discover it had been a bad idea - but even if what had happened was that they were too stressed out at having a baby Bella to love each other any more, what could I possibly have done? I couldn't even talk."
"Okay. I'm going to talk about this subject. My mother is dying because of me. That makes me sad and makes everyone wish I didn't exist. Even if I am not culpable it is a bad thing that is a consequence of me and I will never do enough good things to make up for it so the world where I exist is better than if I didn't."
"Uh, happens all the time in my world, but I guess maybe it doesn't here or doesn't with Eldar or something. So. You could just as well say it happened because of them, since they actually made a decision; sure, they didn't know this would or even could happen but if it doesn't matter if they're culpable..."
"Lots of people do, actually. Maybe not so much here. Some of them don't think about whether they're making the world better, or don't think it's their problem, or think they are but don't think about it in enough detail to really know, or think that's an unreasonable standard, or try but fail and think trying's good enough, or take credit for things people around them do..."
"There's a few parts... first of all, people like or dislike people based on a whole lot of different factors. Usually the most obvious one is just a starting point or an excuse. Some human at home might think goblinoids are evil, but have to put up with one in their class, and eventually decide that goblinoids are evil except for Mo, who's cool, not like those other goblinoids, and it doesn't matter if Mo the goblin ever actually disclaims any of the things that the human didn't like, or if those things were ever true, or if Mo thinks that goblinoids in general are perfectly nice thank you very much - the human just started out with a prejudice but then Mo made a funny joke or something and that's literally all that would have to happen. And if somebody doesn't go around thinking all goblinoids are evil, but then Mo trips them in the hall, they might jump to him being a goblinoid as an explanation for why he'd trip them in the hall. In this analogy you're Mo."
"It's horrible that my mother is dying. The fact people don't like me for it isn't - that's okay, because I know how to fix it, I just have to be good enough. The thing you said is horrible because there's nothing at all you can do, even if you fix everything people might hate you because you tripped them in the hall. You can't possibly ever be good enough."
"Um, my point was that you might not be able to get people to like you that way. Even if you were so positively spectacular that everyone respected your accomplishments and knew there were sure a lot of them and they were very important they might not like you."
"You don't like me - what you said was 'no one will like you' but it makes the most sense to say that if you don't like me and don't want to say so directly - but you were impressed that I took apart the pen and learned the books, and I feel warm and safe and happy. if you liked me but weren't impressed, I'd feel hollow and fake and sad."
"Well, maybe when I'm less terrified of your father I can try to give him parenting advice but I'm not sure I'm very credible as a source on that. I suppose it's already been - is it in fact obvious that if he's concerned for your safety if you go out the obvious thing to do is send you with a bodyguard or is that just. Not obvious here."
"It has occurred to me that I may be the single scariest non-deity on the island even though at home I couldn't even get an exception to stop carrying around a knife I barely know how to use - and scariness is an important bodyguard qualification - and I can't think of a good reason you shouldn't go look at a thing unless you have to jump off a cliff to see it or something."
And people say that maybe the Enemy somehow reached me and marred me and that's how I introduced this unknown kind of grief into Valinor."
"In my plane people can be possessed by demons, which is very bad for everybody involved, and people who practice divine magic can drive out the demons, which is no fun for the possessed person but then the exorcist can tell everybody they did their thing and the danger's past."
"Using subtle arts is not perfectly safe. The part I haven't learned to do is the therapy part, not the actual techniques, so I'm not very dangerous like that. By my world's standards it's routine and harmless to go to a subtle artist and get something tweaked, or play with the recreational applications. But here I'm the only subtle artist around and can't call a better one to fix it if I make a mistake, or anything. And - since I'm terrified of your father reasons aforementioned - I didn't - I didn't know what would happen to me if I made a mistake with your mother. A mistake which nobody could be positive was actually a mistake, because how would they tell? And I had to ask because I don't work well when I'm scared and I needed to have the best actual chance of doing it right, not the best pretend chance. And he said that he wouldn't hurt me. But - but I think not letting you be alone is hurting you, it's just not throwing you in a dungeon or killing you or anything."
"...I'm not sure how to tell you how to do it because the two usual ways of practicing checking whether you're in a dream or not are making sure text stays the same if you look at it and away and back, and doing the same thing with something that keeps time. You'd have to find something there's consistently a lot of around you, which behaves funny in dreams consistently."
"I don't know, might work or not. But let's say it's the right kind of thing; you make sure you always double-check any rippling water near you, and eventually you're so much in the habit that you do it in your dreams too, and it'll look different and dreamy. And when you've done that enough then you actually notice, and go, 'wait, this is a dream'. And then you might wake up, but eventually you sleep through it and you can get whatever you want to happen in the dream once you know it is one."
"I'm going to go back to Lorien for a bit, I don't know how long but possibly not very."
It works through her jeans, anyway. Maybe she will stuff it in her boot so it will be harder to swipe even if you are a nimble-fingered small child.
Hello, garden.
It was bizarre. When you vanished she - it became suddenly less urgent that she persuade you, and she seemed exasperated and disoriented but not consumed by it or anything, and then someone mentioned it was good you'd be staying in Tirion and then she absolutely had to get to Tirion at once and started walking, and then I pointed out that you could just pop back here, and probably would, and then she just seemed - a bit lost. She said she'd walk for Tirion anyway, because it was something to do. I'm very worried but also this is something different than slowly dying, so -
"I thought it would take that long because that's how long it normally takes to learn a language. I've never heard of someone learning one this fast without magic - even subtle arts translation doesn't usually help this much. I'm not a slouch myself and all I have to show for a couple years of high school Kharoline is, like, excusez-moi, ou est la salle de bain and stuff like that."
"It's hard to remember for most people," Bella says. "And Kharoline gives all the nouns genders, which was a headache, and it has more verb tenses than Pax, and it's really tricky to get the accent right - people who learn languages after they're like, eight if they're a human, usually have an accent in their new languages for their whole lives. And there's not that many chances to practice Kharoline and I didn't think it was the most beautiful thing in the world so I didn't pay attention to it outside of classes."
"No, the only books I have are the ones I was carrying with me to class and I wasn't taking college level Kharoline. You've seen them all now. I would have had fewer but I'd just gone to the bookstore to get all my texts for the year - usually I wouldn't haul around this many."
Four days, on foot. And I intend to speak with him this evening. You said, last time, that how we should have done the conversation about therapeutic needs was that you told me what you needed to be effective and I figured out how to explain those things to him. I think we should learn and do that, this time.
I think it's probably best if she's kept away from me but I don't think she's actually going to attack me and if she does I can knock her unconscious. ...I might need permission to do that though. If it would make him feel better to see what happens when I undo the procedure and Miriel doesn't mind the supervision, I'm not actually unwilling to do that, supervised sessions are okay with patient consent, but fully-informed-Miriel decided on the once a month schedule and I don't think it will do long-term good if not-fully-informed-Miriel has an obvious step to take to get it pushed earlier.
Well, I mean, people aren't constantly depressed about how horrible the world is. Most people you probably couldn't even get to agree the world is horrible. But if I went to some town square and there was nice food and kids playing in a fountain, it'd - way more than one kid in town would have something awful going on with a parent. If you stood around without paying attention someone might pickpocket you. If you went down a side street there'd be somebody who was homeless and begging sitting there, and not just because they hadn't complimented enough people on their design. And at any moment whether anybody liked it or not it might start raining. And everybody would be - I mean, it could be that everybody in this hypothetical square was doing exactly what they wanted with their afternoon, but - but maybe in a nicer place some of them would've been scientists or wouldn't have had to give up their plans to go to art school so they could pick up something that would earn them enough to feed their families or wanted to travel but they couldn't take even a smallish manticore in a fight so they couldn't explore particularly wild places - and this place doesn't - smell like strangled potential?
I wanted to be epic, though. I wanted it a lot. I just - fewer people there die of being timid than die of ceasing to have to be timid. And I wanted to be alive more. And yeah, that's what it means. Wouldn't have been aiming to do therapy, I'd have been a utility/combat subtle artist/wizard and saved up for better boots than this and made friends with compatible life plans and complementary skills and gone on adventures and poked things that poked back until - until I didn't.
It's not strongly heritable, I could easily have a bunch of kids who didn't have it, neither of my parents does, closest relative who did was a maternal great-aunt. I guess it's possible that someone else could just be born with it here, but if it hasn't happened yet and the Valar don't decide it's the next big thing...
You have to be pretty smart for any of it to make sense, a bunch of people in my high school just flunked the first test for that class and took home economics or something instead, it's not even like math where you can compensate a little if you beat your head against it long enough. But anyone at home can do it. I'm not sure why it wouldn't have been discovered here, although come to think of it I guess maybe sorcerers came first at home, they do the same thing but innately and they supposedly have dragon ancestors which nobody here would have? So maybe it hasn't been invented because there aren't sorcerers to copy.
And then she goes on an architectural tour of Tirion.
Houses that are built entirely around elaborate water features, with cascading waterfall-walls! Houses in sombre stone, houses that seem to have grown out of the ground, glittering crystal palaces, houses that are plated with gold, houses that are built into the ground. People are being fairly creative.
Aaaaaaah she needs to ask Rúmil about the etiquette of all this as soon as possible but the best she can come up with on the spot - how are you even supposed to make it to theater things on time when they don't have timepieces, come half a day early and mill around?! - is to thank them for inviting her in as noncommittal yet delighted a fashion of possible.
I settled on 'thanking them for inviting me and saying absolutely nothing about whether I'd show up' but I don't see how you even coordinate events when there's no timekeeping. I guess you could schedule things for shortly after the light changes and that could get you close enough as long as it was set up early enough, but otherwise how does it work?
I did! He's overjoyed she's up and managed to be talked around to the position that he shouldn't tell you to change it early, though we both agreed he'll change his mind about that when she actually begs him and that you and I will go back to Lórien before that point so that he can't do so, and see if we observe the improvement that I noted once it becomes apparent to her that this isn't possible to pursue.
Bella cackles. I'm not adopting everything in sight! Just the very small number of therapy patients on hand, and reinventing wizardry, and dispensing useful nonhorrible ideas from my plane, and trying to socialize the adorable self-insert-fanfiction-writing child!
It's not specific to toddlers. Or other worlds, exactly. You can write self-insert fanfiction if you're anybody - particularly if you are a teenage girl - and about anything, including perfectly dull stories about an ensemble cast who work at a café or something. It is stereotypically really badly written and put up for free on the ethernet instead of published in book form.
He wiggled his left leg. He wiggled his right leg. The ceiling felt like it was pressing down on the back of his neck and the floor felt like it was buzzing under his feet and his father was going to be so disappointed and Fëanáro ran away.
He ran left, left, right, left, through the corridors where he'd hidden last time this happened because if he went there they'd know to look for him. He ran right, left, left, straight, second left through the wing of the palace that was for the future when the King had many children and many grandchildren except that was never going to happen and it was Fëanáro's fault.
And then he turned a corner and noticed that he was not in the palace after all.
"Emily's a building! She woke up one day, I don't know how, it's not very common, and now she's an alive building with a mind and everything; she's very friendly and she can move bits of her architecture around and helps people find their classes and not have to wait in line for the bathroom and stuff. I like her a lot. Anyway, she rearranges a lot and can have as many doors as she likes, and while I wouldn't expect lost Eldar to come wandering out of her every week she's definitely one of the likelier places if you're going to do it at all. I'd just - I'd just gone left past her when I went into the building where I had my accident."
"...It would, probably, actually be faster to take you up through the just-past-high-school wizardry I've got and have a second brain on the problem than to try to do it myself," she acknowledges. "But you have to be really careful. A lot of spells are dangerous and since I can't go get them out of books they might be dangerous even if they're not supposed to be."
"I'm - planning to take a very conservative approach, because everything I know about wizardry comes from a world where no one was really experimenting with it and everyone who did cutting-edge research knew way more than I do to start with. I am concerned you will not be able to manage a conservative approach. And wizardry's known for flashy destructive spells like fireballs, but there's also ones that do things like subtle arts, there's spells that do things to souls, spells that go between planes and mess with time and - and I'm not going to try to invent any of the awful ones but I have never invented a spell before and I'm not sure you can be careful enough, you've never had to be that careful before -"
"I take you seriously enough," she says, "that if you tell me you meant that, I will have to go tell your father everything I know about wizardry and exactly what he has to figure out a way to stop you from doing to prevent you from getting anywhere near it, because if you summon a demon and you get anything wrong it will torture and kill people until a Vala personally stops it, starting with you."
"Good. Magic isn't dangerous like running out of the castle and getting lost would be dangerous. If you ran out and got lost you could eat random plants because this is paradise and if you couldn't find water you could call out with osanwë until somebody heard you and then you'd get scooped up and the worst thing that would happen is that your father would worry and you might eventually be a little nervous about it too. Burning off your leg with a cantrip would be the safe way to make a mistake with magic."
"I like stories, and I like having reference books around even if I don't read them straight through, and there's nonfiction that's written to be more fun to read than textbooks - textbooks people will buy because their teachers tell them to but if you want people to read a book about history or something for another reason it has to be more fun than that, there's a lot of competition when writing's a major thing."
"There were some good books I read over the summer - I found an ethnographer who struck a non-horrifying balance in explaining various cultures, neither primly horrified at everything they did nor cloyingly culturally relativist, it was great. I read her book on two tribes of kobolds and her one on lizardfolk and I had two more on backorder but they were out of stock... She went and lived with different cultures and wrote down everything that happened and talked to people there and then organized it all so it'd make sense if read beginning to end by somebody who knew barely anything some of it wrong about the cultures."
"They do!" He looks at Rúmil for support. You've heard the Valar speak their language, right? "It's very very long and involves sounds we find it hard to make and is so different from Quenya that we find it hard to learn - like, their word for Telperion is Ibrīniðilpathānezel, and I got a couple sounds wrong in that. 'Manwë' and 'Aulë' and 'Ulmo' are all shortenings of their real Valarin names because we just couldn't make head or tail of them. But I bet I could do it."
"...Well, not exactly, but there's a resemblance. I'd honestly expect you to get tired of me, first, I only have nineteen years' worth of things you don't know yet and I don't even remember them all very well and even if reinventing wizardry's interesting it's going to be slow. Emily looks like this -" She sends a picture, "from the outside, she's pretty consistent about that unless she's feeling very windowy."
"Well, since you don't know how you got there I bet you're confused and that suggests the second thing. If she did think the first thing she'd probably think you were shapeshifted or illusioned to look little. She couldn't tell how many years old you were because she wouldn't recognize your species but she could tell you were little."
"When Emily's not in a mood or making shortcuts or anything her floorplan's like so," says Bella, sending it. "She could do a good place to hide, but she's not used to little children since she's on a college campus and might try to find somebody to look after you. Somebody with hands and stuff."
"That's not really why people worry about unaccompanied children, it's not that they're loud, it's that something might happen to them - not even necessarily something all that horrifying, but being lost from your parents is considered pretty bad all by itself; they'd probably assume you were scared and pretending not to be and that they owed it to your parents to bring you back wherever you came from."
"...are you scared of him because he's bad, like Melkor, or are you scared of him because he has enough power he could be bad and doesn't think you're a person, like your gods even the ones that don't kill people randomly, or are you scared of him because he's powerful even though he's good, like the Valar?"
"It's... pretty much all combat stuff, wizards have the best options for also learning to do anything constructive besides divine magic users who heal. But some people just get that good at fighting with swords or whatever, and some people are epic clerics or paladins or druids or something, and some people get really good at magical music or dancing and manage to turn that into a combat thing - usually with a bunch of friends along - and some people don't hold up that well if you hit them but they're just very hard to hit or even notice and they can go around killing things that way."
"Nnnnot really. The way the word is used it basically means, 'if you and a god got in a fight, the god might lose'. You can be really popular or rich by making magic things that help people, but unless a bunch of them make you good at fighting and you've sort of... convinced the universe that you are the sort of person who wins fights with gods, maybe by singlehandedly defeating an army and some dragons and somebody else near-epic first... then that won't get you to that point."
"Pretty much the same way you become more powerful before that. You get cool stuff that gives you powers, and you learn spells and practice all your skills, and you develop a track record of winning fights by having them in the correct order. It might be that gods also get more powerful if more people worship them but it's not clear and theologians argue about that a lot."
He sends Rúmil the idea.
...I will definitely get you the materials to give that a try, he says, and Fëanáro feels entirely sure that he is allowed to be alive.
She finds him in the room where she first met him. Isabella! Rúmil explained to me that there's been progress already, but that Miriel will probably ask you to undo it since it involves her not remembering some things. He was very insistent that I shouldn't do that, and in fact that she'll be better once she stops feeling she has to pursue it. Is there anything else?
Not about that. Fëanáro wanted to learn some wizardry. He's promised not to do anything dangerous, but there are some safe, little spells, and I think he'd like one that does illusion sounds - he mentioned that the Valar language is hard to pronounce and I think it'd let him get around that.
No. She is a much more typical Noldorin child, except that she spends lots more time at Aulë's knee than most of them get to, and she might contentedly follow his lead in building things or teach him things he doesn't know or she might take serious offense if he requisitioned something of hers because he liked it and throw him in a fountain and explain to Finwë that she was justified.
He should have peers, but adults are much more predictable and less likely to provoke some kind of disaster when in contact with him. And most parents of children his age at least impress on their children that they should impress the crown prince, he's very important, but Mahtan would probably just tell his daughter 'I've heard he learns quickly, check if that's true'.
Well, because it involves looking at something that has a lot of work associated and deciding to find a way out of doing the work. Personally I think - there is a very important difference between Fëanáro noticing that a book will be a lot of work and trying to invent something easier and Fëanáro noticing that a book will be a lot of work and ordering someone to write while he dictates.
I don't see why it shouldn't be less work to write a book. The interestingly hard part of writing a book isn't forming the letters! Being able to write fast will let him do more of the part that's actually worth it for itself. He'll have more time to spend on plotting and editing and moving on to the next book.
I was really impressed. I mean, for one thing, children generally don't have spelling and grammar that good. Adults sometimes don't. And he's been speaking Pax for a single-digit number of days. It was... stylistically not the sort of thing that I'd expect to see in a bookstore, even if bookstores tended to contain self-insert fanfic, but that's because it's not informed by all the conventions of fiction publication, not because it was bad, it was definitely doing all the things it needed to do and I want to read more of it.
...what makes that acceptable to you? Is it that coming from a King it doesn't imply disrespect the way it would coming from someone else? If it's only not annoying because he has the power to enforce it, I don't understand how that works with your growing confidence that we don't conduct ourselves that way here.
I mean... there are non-King people who can order me around, I'd generally do what a teacher said, say, and those don't scare me. But that's within a limited context, compared to what kings can tell me to do. You'd actually have to go really far up the ranks of people who can tell me to do things back in the Imperium to find anyone who can state as a fact that I am going to tutor his toddler once a week and expect not to be sniped at for being presumptuous however enthusiastic I am about tutoring his toddler. My parents could do that if I had a sibling, or a little cousin maybe, but I don't, and otherwise it wouldn't come up like that.
Uh, not a teacher, but a faculty member. Being vice-chancellor doesn't technically authorize him to announce that I'm going to tutor his child, if he had a child, which as far as I know he doesn't, but it can stop mattering whether someone's technically authorized if they're... She trails off.
It doesn't have to be a braid, but yes, wearing your hair down is a bit like ...the way you described the attitude towards nudity in your society, maybe. Fëanáro's still a tiny child, parents braid their children's hair for them at that age, so that's no concern, though if you did it in public people'd probably raise an eyebrow and even though Fëanáro's a small child when he was sitting on my head to read with me it was appropriate for me to wear a head covering.
I'd be wearing clothes over all such locations anyway. If I went out in minimal decent clothes and a child started poking me wherever I had bare skin worst case I'd be ticklish. And the clothes don't make it not weird to touch parts that it's weird to touch, anyway.
Gosh! What a lot of kinds of ink! She needs gold ink, and a certain shade of scarlet, there it is, she mentions to Rúmil but not the ink seller that wizards used to have to do these parts in blood, and plenty of plain black, and two more colors that don't have to be anything specific but she likes this blue and this silver, thank you so much ink person, and then she will also need parchment and a pen and a couple of brushes.
Bella is tutoring our prince Fëanáro in the magical arts of her kingdom, Rúmil says, and you have my invitation to drop by the palace and witness some of the fruits of this project once it bears them, and I am sure ink will be terribly in demand once it does but perhaps we can help you with some of the more menial parts of the process if the work gets out of hand?
More fields of study! You know, Tirion is inventing a field of study every day! Yesterday the botanists announced splitting into the study of how to create new things from selective breeding of flowers, and the study of extant flowers, and the study of the underlying biological structure of flowers. And today wizardry. Tomorrow I suppose the mathematicians will announce there's even more to math, probably.
Bella has lots of wool now and is happy to show him! Behold how when she casts her spell the pinch of wool she's using ceases to exist. (Six seconds of piccolo music.) This spell can also be done with wax but she finds wool less vaguely gross to keep in her component pouch. If she remembers high school wizardry correctly it is those things because they are symbolically the sort of thing that one might put in one's ear, for either insulation from noise or for whatever it is that earwax is supposed to do.
Write write write paint paint.
Then he starts examining the room.
On one wall there are gleaming boxes, all of them identical, with elaborate diagrams going down the sides. The diagrams are precise and exactly the same on each book and he studies them for imperfections and cannot find any. He wonders what kind of artist does the same thing ten times.
He takes one of the boxes off the shelf and realizes that it is actually a sheaf of paper bound together with unimaginable precision. It falls open to more symbols, so precise, so obviously meaningful that it's like the artist is speaking out of the page. He knows at once that this is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. He wants to scream and shout and run and find the nearest person but also the artist is speaking and he cannot understand it yet and so he sits frozen, looking at the symbols, trying to understand.
"Even if all I did was get rid of all the bad gods and then I forgot to help everyone because I wanted to learn all the languages in the universe or something, and no one reminded me because they were scared of me, there still wouldn't be any bad gods and science would work and people could make their own lives better."
And she casts and six seconds of music play.
"Not quite. I mean, you can try copying what I just did if you like, but you don't know all the mental bits of the spell and it won't work. That's what the scroll is for. There's two kinds of spell records - one that you use to learn a spell from, and one that you cast from. You can use the second kind as the first but not the first kind as the second. I just made the first kind, though, since you have to know at least a little wizardry to even use a scroll and nobody but me does and, well, I know all the spells I know."
"Yeah. I'm actually curious to see what will happen if you just look at it without me explaining it; usually there's weeks of classes before casting one's first cantrip but usually one isn't speaking Pax this well after first exposure, so." She hands him the scroll.
There follows a high school level introduction to cantrips and the contents of scrolls.
"That's the only one I have a lot of material for," she warns. "And most of the others aren't nearly as useful around here. The next one doesn't have a material component. It's not dangerous either but you could probably really annoy people with it; are you going to do that?"
"Oh, and if you keep casting everything that many times you're going to run into your mana limits, that's a thing; I don't know where yours are but you probably won't be pleased to know that the fastest way to recharge them is with sleep." But she picks up the scroll for arcane marks.
"The other way is just waiting - and not doing very much while you wait unless you want it to take days. You can eat and have conversations; some people don't seem to lose recharge speed if they read but most people do. Limits ease up with practice. I'm actually not sure if the advice is not to just run down to your limit over and over again because it's a good idea in a dangerous world to keep some in reserve or because it's actually less efficient that way and I suspect you're going to find out."
"I noticed. I'd fix this part if I knew how. Maybe you'll just do bits of magic in bursts once or twice a week, or maybe you'll learn to pace yourself, or maybe you will have a lot of conversations so you don't do other things instead when you've just done magic."
"I learned the words on the scroll in school and my first plan is to try to figure out what all the scrolls I know how to make have in common so I can try to guess one I don't know, but I'm not sure it'll work that way. I'm sure it'll be hundreds sooner or later, but my reserves aren't that great either so I can only test so much in a day."
She finishes the scrolls she knows, all sixteen of them. She puts them in piles, one with the sound spell on top and a note saying not dangerous and one pile with a note saying dangerous!, just in case Fëanáro wanders into her room later and decides that the best possible next action is to decipher a scroll having learned to read exactly one; at least it can be arcane mark and not acid splash.
And then she goes out to make some progress on her house.
He charts a mental map through the palace. She's okay. She talked to Finwë and he said he thought you'd already gone to Lórien and then she sort of relaxed, like if it couldn't be done it was okay that it wasn't, and told him she wanted the memories back so badly and he promised she could have them back in a month and keep them if she then desired. And then Fëanáro came and is now reading to her and they are very much not okay but she looks alive.
Eventually she dozes off.
The symbols are not concepts - it cannot be that this one represents a horse, this one a person - because they repeat too much; you would never tell a story that way. They could be sounds. He says a few sentences aloud, tries to imagine how you'd draw the sounds. The symbols repeat about as often as a sound might be repeated, spoken aloud. There are about as many varieties of symbol as sound. Yes, that's it.
Now to figure out which symbol is which sound.
He is thinking about something interesting and so does not notice the door open.
"He might have been able to figure out which concepts the words corresponded to, with enough books, but I don't think there's any way to get the sounds, not without knowing in general which sounds there are in languages and which sound clusters are common and even then that'd only get you a guess." He eats the fruit. "Oooh. Tastes - well, I suppose like chocolate."
"I shall have to write one." He looks crestfallen. "There are so many things I shall have to write. I pleaded with Rúmil to get his eyes fixed so he could help me - I can't be his eyes for something as precise as writing while I'm writing something different myself - but he just said maybe when there were better options."
"The Valar could do it. I think he's being slow because people are worried about -" he scowls at the limitations of his Pax - reembodying everyone who was taken prisoner by Melkor and he likes going around as a visual reminder that you can be a perfectly delightful contributing happy Elf even afterwards.
"Oh, gosh, let's see -" There are farm animals near where her dad lives. Horses and cows and chickens and ducks and pigs and geese and turkeys and one person has an alpaca. Dogs and cats, all kinds of breeds and colors. Birds - parrots and pigeons and seagulls and sparrows and crows and eagles and vultures and bluejays. Squirrels, rats, mice, raccoons, foxes, rabbits, deer. Bugs: butterflies and beetles and caterpillars and mosquitoes and dragonflies and ladybugs and spiders and centipedes and bees and wasps and worms and gnats. She's been to a zoo. Koalas and mockdragons and lions and tigers and giraffes and elephants and zebras...
"Good," she says, "I am very proud of you, I bet that was hard. So what this spell does is, while it's running, it lets you do all kinds of silly little things. It isn't very strong or fast or complicated, but you can control it with your will. And it lasts for a whole hour."
"It can move things - only about as well as I can move things with telekinesis, which isn't much - and change their colors, and conjure flimsy objects that aren't good for any practical purpose, and it can clean things or dinge them up again, and it can do gentle temperature effects and change the flavors of things, and most of this stuff disappears after the hour's up although cleaned things stay cleaned and moved things don't go back where they were."
"It would be very epic. Although even without figuring out a special recharging trick you can get to the point where you can pretty much use magic all day - lots of practice to build up your reserves and making magic items to do it with when you do run low. And there's magic to make it so you need less rest, though not none."
"Well, you're writing a novel. Unless it's going to be a lot shorter than it sounds and just be a short story. Comic books don't take magic either, just drawings and speech bubbles -" She osanwës the vague concept, hasn't read enough comics to use a specific example.
He is still very very clingy. After a minute he starts rattling off the projects. "Write a book. Write a comic. Learn magic. Learn how to not make magic draining; get an epic commissioned about this. Come up with an alphabet for Quenya. Come up with a better alphabet for Pax to help the people who don't like reading. Invent a writing machine that goes really fast so I can write more books. Invent healing for Rúmil, maybe, if he wants it. Sit still and get to leave the palace and see all animals."
"Well, the only people who speak Pax around here like reading just fine. So the alphabet for Pax can wait. The plan for how you'll sit still involves learning some magic, so Prestidigitation comes before that, at least. You've started your book and haven't started a comic so the book comes before the comic."
"Hello?" she says in Pax.
Fëanáro doesn't yet speak Pax, so he doesn't understand her, but he does hear the voice and jump and clutch the book to his chest to protect it and look for a place he can run to. He would have to dart through her at the door. He freezes instead.
...what is a G-rated explanation of nymphs. She does not remember what her parents told her about nymphs when she was little. Maybe she can just not mention nymphs. She tells him about gorgons and goblins and those obnoxious middlings who chased her around last year to make her try to break a curse on their "queen" and Imperial human subcultures and people who live underground/underwater/in deserts/on other planes and about crossbreeds and giants and cosmetic irregularities on people who are otherwise human.
He nods. "Oh, that makes sense. If the gods get along they all do one thing but if they keep arguing then there'll be all kinds. Well, arguing gods seems bad but I kind of like the idea of lots of people. Unless we're just much better designed to have good lives, then I guess it'd be wrong to have other things that were worse just to be different."
"Iiii might get hurt, if I discover that swapping something makes my acid spell and my armor spell swap how they aim, or something, but I don't have anything that deals out enough damage that I'd actually die unless I was fantastically unlucky. Maybe I should do my practice in Lorien? Since it's supposed to be healing there? What does one do if they break their leg or get burned on a cooking fire, here, I should have asked this a while ago, I'm so used to clerics."
If they are angry with him then they'll ignore that and the thing to do is back into the corner and try not to cry. Then they'll come striding over to pick him up and he can dart around them and out the door.
This grownup doesn't look tired or angry, just surprised, as if she didn't even know Fëanáro has been missing and was not expecting to find him.
That means he shouldn't back away crying, she'll know he's doing something wrong. So, clutching the precious beautiful book, he tries to act not upset at all. Words would be too hard so he stares at her solemnly.
The things that make life feel good? Like being proud of an accomplishment or enjoying some food or smiling at someone or learning something? They only feel good if I feel like I'm not worthless, and I feel like I'm worthless whenever I haven't done enough. And some things are so big and so important that I know if I didn't try as hard as I could on them I'd feel worthless, even if I had good reasons not to try and they were hard and trying was't really reasonable.
And feeling worthless like that is really really bad."
Most of the recombinations straightforwardly and uninformatively don't work. This is to be expected; she diligently writes everything down. She casts a magical detection spell on its own, first, to see if it picks up local phenomena in addition to her knife and her boots, as a control. (Heh. Controls!)
"Not to a very fine degree of 'how much', but more versus less, yes. Magic is in fact technically defined as what turns up with divinations like this, assuming nobody's deliberately concealed the aura - so subtle arts don't count, and divine powers don't count, and species of people or animals just hanging out being themselves don't count unless they're using spell-like abilities even if they do have supernatural powers."
You don't have leave to touch me, he says reflexively, backing up. Or the beautiful artwork. Unless it's yours. Is it yours?
She looks confused. What artwork? Everything in here is Emily's, I think -
He clutches his book protectively. Okay.
Where are your parents?
So she doesn't know who Fëanáro is. That means he can't let her find out, because then he'll take her home. They got turned into orcs, he says.
She looks horrified.
I'm okay, it was a long time ago. He feels sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to get sent home but he also shouldn't have said that. Someone will fix them, it's going to be all right.
I don't need taking care of, he says. I'm grown up, just very small for it. Why are you here? Can I help you?
I was looking for my classroom, she says. I should go to class. Are you supposed to be here?
Yes.
She looks skeptical. She backs out of the room. He flees to a corner so he isn't visible from the door and goes back to trying to understand his book. If the symbols are sounds and the creator was not using Quenya he will need to hear people talking, he can't guess which sounds they use if he's never heard them. But he doesn't want to leave the book and he doesn't want to see people. He can hear them speaking if they walk down the hallway but the ones in the other rooms are muffled enough to not be particularly useful. He tries picking out specific voices and mapping out the sounds in the language and how frequently they are spoken and how they cluster and what rules govern their positions in the words.
That's not going to be enough. He's going to need to understand meaning.
An hour later the grownup comes back and his ear is pressed against the wall and he is scowling.
"Huh." he looks fascinated. "Maybe because you always live in cities? I have heard that our hearing was actually a problem when we started building Tirion, we'd lived in the woods and living so close to each other was just too much noise. The stone helps. The water features help. And people eventually got accustomed to it."
"That could happen but the likeliest reason would be a polymorph accident or a fey curse or you actually being a fey in disguise or you looking like a child on purpose for some reason," Bella says. "And the one of those where you'd be least likely to volunteer an explanation would be the third one."
"Yeah. And kind of scared, because fey wandering around in disguise are usually making up tests for people - they're not even really consistent tests, you could pass one with one attitude and fail the next doing the same thing, although there are some general principles."
"Fey are one of the kinds of scary too-powerful people. They mostly live in wilderness areas but they can go anywhere they like. There are more and less powerful ones but it's hard to tell them apart unless the one you're encountering is bound somehow to something or someone. They're especially known for changing the flow of time or possibly using liminal spaces in which the flow of time is different, inflicting disproportionate curses with inconvenient ending conditions on people who are rude to them, and sometimes giving out blessings or gifts to people who are polite."
I'll probably run out of mana for the day soon anyway, I can only do so much at a time. Um, I'm doing experiments on wizardry spells I learned in my own world to see if I can figure out what all the parts are doing and make educated guesses about how to make more spells, since I can't just go look them up, here.
She casts a detect magic, holds it until it builds all the way, and then, closing her eyes firmly and c o n c e n t r a t i n g, casts one of her duds again. Okay, that one really didn't work. She goes through as many duds as she can until she loses the divination - four, that's not bad - one of them registers a signature, which she marks.
Um, in my world powerful beings are seldom safe to be around so I have some lingering nervousness. I'm trying to get over it but I'm not to the point of ignoring you yet. Anyway I'll be out of mana soon and that recharges best with sleep and may or may not also recharge best from not-completely-empty.
I tried to ignore him when he said not to let him distract me, and wasn't very good at it, and explained what I was doing, and then he asked if he was making me nervous and I admitted that he kinda was and he said he'd come back in a few years. I don't think it'll take me that long but I assume I can go - find him somewhere if I want.
Some of my 'dud' combinations are producing magical signatures but no obvious effects. So they do something, although it's entirely magically possible for 'something' to be 'produce a magical signature'. I found some silly useless combinations and one arguably useful one.
He can learn a spell too. Well, cast one. I parsed a scroll for him of a spell that does a variety of things over a longish period of time based on caster will, sort of a cheat to help him sit still. I could teach you that one or the sound one or one that leaves a signature on things; all the other introductory type ones are hazardous or in one case make lights.
I've never found scrubbing clothes to be particularly unpleasant. It certainly sounds like a delightful convenience, though. Peoples' lives are going to be so effortless. I know people who worried when we came here that without any effort we'd all be at loose ends. But really I think we're all at more meaningful ends.
"I'm not asking you to say, 'please let me exist'. That would be horrible. You don't have to ask anybody to let you exist, or if you do something's gone very wrong. Saying please here acknowledges that I don't actually have to do the thing you want me to do, and you hope I will find a reason to do it of my own accord. It's sort of the opposite of 'do it because I'm scary'."
"So it means that he has to settle all the hard disagreements and spend most of his time mediating things and advising people and figuring out how to make the most of Valinor and keep everyone safe while letting people do things as much as he can and he doesn't get to spend any time being a father and in exchange for that people help him be good at it by doing what he says, when he says something, and they're supposed to do what I say too."
"Nothing about that sentence explains why it extends to you, though. It explains why there's a particular reason to spend time with you above and beyond how charming you occasionally are, because it's picking up his slack, but not why people should do whatever you say."
"No one here knows how to write. Except me, and I'm still slow enough at it that it's not as useful as thinking out loud or something. But once I am fast at it and have an alphabet designed, it'll be more useful than memory. Likewise, for our people, they have developed music in the way your people have developed writing, so it's an enhancement to their ability to think and reason."
"Sure." And she starts in about the distinctions between divine and arcane, spell-like abilities some kinds of people and animals have, things she's heard from various kinds of arcane magic majors about the fundamental limitations of illusions and the way you can get more freeform with your applications of magic as you get better than high-school cantrips and basics, and positive and negative energy, their relationship to healing and the undead, and the other kinds of "energy"-based spells (cold fire acid electricity sonic) plus force and what that does, magic auras - she teaches him her detection spell with a warning that he can hold it for about a minute if he concentrates but it'll fall away and still count as an entire cantrip even if he doesn't - and from there into the distinction between concentration, will, and intent (maintained with effort; applied without effort; worked into the initial casting); and she tells him about magic items and what little she knows about those, and permanency, and how she is a little concerned that the gift economy and general unscarcity of Valinor will make inherently valuable material components completely unworkable as a spell booster but she can't test that yet because she doesn't know anything that calls for one -
"I'm not sure if that'll help. One of the laws of magic is that there are things you can't conjure or transmute without having already put more than that into the spell; gold's inherently valuable, gems are, if my parents had wanted to cough up the extra materials fee I could have learned in high school a spell that needs a pearl, and I don't know how the spells will react to artificial scarcity."
I mean, you can tell your husband that I'm going to make so you think I make a mistake and can't take it off, and then you can think that; but actually I'll do it reversibly like last time. And everyone else can just hear that your treatment is a private matter.
That's going to get really hard to pretend about eventually, Bella says, because memories get really entangled; you're going to go around living your life under the impression that it's stuck forgotten, then it'll turn out not to be, and after that's happened a few times it gets incredibly delicate to change the memory thoroughly enough. Patient consent is not for the convenience of the therapist but usually it is not for the inconvenience of the patient to quite this extent.
...Does the young woman who hurt herself happen to know how to find Olórin? She should maybe do this part with Power supervision and she can probably handle a friendly interested Maia at this point.
Well! I've run out of combinations that are almost certainly safe, though, everything else will have to borrow something from a combat spell. Seemed silly to do that without anybody looking on. I shouldn't be channeling enough power to actually kill myself, but lose a limb or knock myself unconscious is definitely possible.
First, she's got an ice spell! It goes like this. It invites the following combinatorial explosion.
And she casts her detection spell and poises her pen.
"The one I have so far is a combat spell. If I figure out how to get a safer version that won't give people frostbite I will teach it to you. Olórin's helping with the more hazardous experiments and I should be done with the combinatorics faster than I expected, anyway."
Hi, Rúmil, I'm doing well. Mostly Olórin is casting them for me because he's much less likely to suffer inconvenient harm and I'm doing the detections and taking notes. And, yes, most people can get a really good guess of how other people are feeling by looking at their faces, but for some people it's harder.
People who can see just fine also vary at this skill, Bella says, doublechecking Miriel's position and heading out. She offers Rúmil a frozen fruit. There's people who can't even tell people apart by their faces, too, which if I remember right is sometimes related.
He seems to know his limits, or perhaps Valinor's built to be relatively safe even for reckless children. He coaxes them into joining him on the walls of the city, from where they can see all the way to the mountain Taniqueti in the center of the country and all the way to the eastern sea. Well, Fëanáro can.
"Okay. Well, when Pax borrows words that use sounds Pax doesn't have, it develops conventions of letters that otherwise don't usually go together, to represent that. And then Pax eventually has the sound but it still uses the conventions to signal it because there's no system to re-standardize it. This is where a lot of spelling irregularities come from, you've probably noticed already."
"Not to start out, maybe, but after a while? I hear people are calling glass 'bella-stone' for some reason even though I didn't really invent it, how would you spell that with these letters, you don't have a B? You'd have to make something up and maybe you guys wind up pronouncing it P and the Teleri wind up pronouncing it V and somebody else manages to get it actually right and then you can either spell it different ways or in ways that don't represent how it's being said."
Fëanáro looks horribly torn between teaching her words and helping refine the alphabet for sounds not used in Noldorin Quenya. Rúmil settles this for him by insisting on getting them something to eat. So Fëanáro climbs into her lap and starts teaching her words. "Fëanáro is beautiful in my alphabet, isn't it? That was important to me."
"It is! I was actually wondering if there was a way to squish it in Pax - there's a spell that sticks a magical signature to something but it's got a six-character limit. I think the vowel stacky thing you have going on will get around that, and if it doesn't one of my only useful experimental results so far is an arcane mark with a higher character limit."
"There's one on the inside cover of all my notebooks." When he has her name written she flips to that. "See, it says 'Bella' -" And she turns it. "And it still says 'Bella'. That's an ambigram. I don't know how to make them, I paid one of my classmates to make me one when we were learning this spell in class, she wound up with a tidy fortune for the service for a ninth grader. A cartouche is something you surround a word with, especially a name, and mine looks like a swan, which is because of my last name. That part does not go upside down."
"I do hope to invent arcane healing eventually! The spell that does stuff to undead will probably wind up being important, undead are healed by an energy that hurts everything else and harmed by an energy that heals everything else. This is totally healing research. Among other things. Eventually."
"We don't generally want teleportation everywhere, there are lots of areas where a great deal of foot traffic would disturb delicate plants and we manage that by making it sufficiently inconvenient to get there that only people who really desire to go will do it, and therefore the wear on the land is managed while no one is forbidden from anything."
So now I get to light fires where they're needed. It's great.
Bella watches the house come together for a bit, then wanders back to the palace to see if Fëanáro is still in an inventive fugue state. ...She might need a hobby less mercurial than tagging along with a toddler and less resource-limited than experimenting on magic. Learning Quenya can be it for the time being.
"I don't know yet! That's what I'm trying to find out. I think maybe it's borrowing something that gives prestidigitation its weirdly long duration for such a novice spell, and applying it to the character limit, but I'm not going to be confident until a few more rounds of increasingly uncertain experimentation."
So yes."
"You," she says, scooping him up and squeezing him, "are very cute, and not at all hard to love as far as I'm concerned. I'll ask Rúmil in case there is a non-obsolete reason and I don't think he will make a fuss about it if it turns out it really was just your mother being there which she now isn't and you not being able to leave which you now are; do you think he will?"
When I thought that you were doing what I said because you were scared of me because of the evil gods in your world, I felt really awful. Like the worthless feeling only worse. I don't want you to do what I say because you're scared of me. I just want everything to happen how I want it to anyway without anyone forced or scared."
"Most people do what I say if I say it the way my father talks, but I think they're thinking 'oh, right, Fëanáro is my prince and I want to do what he asks so he can be a better one', not 'am I really sure that he can't have me dragged away from my family for doing something wrong' and so I do it all the time but I didn't think how someone might be scared."
"I'm probably the only person who thinks that way, at least that you've ever met, and you don't scare me anymore." Pause. "Although if you're just telling people to do things because you want them and not because it will actually help you be better at princeing, and they're doing it because they think it'll help you prince better, that's a little mean."
"Hmm," says Bella thoughtfully. "...This is probably partly because you just haven't met very many people all cooped up in the palace and liking to do so many things by yourself. But I think I know what you mean. I wouldn't say 'alive', I'd probably go with something differently metaphorical. Sparkly, maybe, most people aren't sparkly."
He nods. "And Lórien makes me...less sparkly, because it's a Vala forest and just there to accommodate and I've spent so many years there waiting for my mother to get better when no one thought she would and I just associate it with - nonsparkliness, and every time I go there I feel myself getting smaller. Though teleporting was pretty neat."
"I think it doesn't feel unsparkly to me because it's one of the places I associate with letting myself be sparklier. I couldn't at home, I knew it'd get out of control so I kept an eye on it and tried not to - but it's safe in Lórien and I bring all the sparkliness I need myself, the forest doesn't have to help, it just has to not hurt."
The anniversary of our coming here to Valinor! Everyone goes up to Taniquetil and the Valar do all sorts of ridiculous effects and there's lots of singing and dancing and absurd new foods and the Maiar will help you do things that they ordinarily don't have time for, like flying or painting the sky or something.
Oh - I have three names, Isabella, Mariel, Swan. My parents picked the first two, the first one is the one used for most purposes, you only ever use the middle one if you're being really formal or don't like your first name and want something to switch to or to make your initials less ambiguous, stuff like that. And my last name is a family name; my mother took my father's when they got married, and I got that, and still have it even though they got divorced. She actually kept it too, she could have stopped but she didn't like the family name she had before so she preferred to use Swan.
Ah. We have both the father and mother pick a name for a child, and then some people pick a different one if they don't like either. Fëanáro is his mother-name; his fathername is Curufinwë but he declared a while ago that he wanted to go by his mothername. Sometimes one or the other is used because the context is formal; people will call Fëanáro 'Prince Curufinwë' because he's a prince through his father. If he had a sister, and she had children, those children would be "Princess Mothername' on the same principle.
I'm forgetting lots of things, I knew some of these words the other day and forgot them and I'm still not used to the sentence structures. I knew I wasn't trying very hard with Kharoline but I sort of vaguely imagined that if I ever REALLY wanted to learn a language it'd be easier than this.
They only sort of make you smarter. There's not a better word for what they do, but people wearing them don't have improved judgment or social skills or intuition or anything - it's a very, mm, dry intellect kind of thing. Languages are sorrrrt of the thing they'd work for.
It's not actually common in my world for little kids to attack each other with magic, but maybe that's because by the time most people learn any spells they've already been introduced to the weapons culture and that's their first thing to try if they're that mad.
I think they'd - fail to realize that they could harm another person. The older generation knows, but the younger ones have grown up in Valinor, where it's all but impossible to hurt yourself and fixed immediately - you could tell them, but I think some people would just not think of badly hurting another as an outcome that was even possible, while they're still young and have no exposure to the idea to teach them better.
My school lost a student or three every year. And this is with warded paths and everyone carrying a weapon and the grounds being patrolled for monsters. There's a teacher who complains about not being allowed to kill somebody in the first class of the year every year, as an example, anymore.
Oh, that would've been a bad idea with a god in my world. Standard procedure is to pretend you're very honored by their presence and not terrified at all lest the god wonder if they have some reason to kill you that you've remembered and they've forgotten, or find running and screaming insulting.
They're a sort of person who have very powerful supernatural powers. There may be many kinds, it's sort of unclear, they can look all different ways. They mostly live in sylvan areas and they do time dilation and space warping and curses and sometimes blessings. They'll engage people they run across in conversation and sometimes not make it clear they're a fae, and if the person they're talking to is rude according to their definition of rude, or trespasses somewhere the fae doesn't want them to go, or maybe damages a plant or kills an animal or brings something the fae doesn't want to have in the forest or doesn't offer the fae half of their food or a gift or compliment their hairdo - if the person does not behave according to exacting uncommunicated mostly arbitrary standards the fae holds - then the person is in trouble, dead or cursed or not spat back out of the forest for five hundred years when their whole family's dead or something like that.
Well, you can basically try to look very ordinary-for-wherever-you-are, so people won't give you a second thought until you actually address them; or you can look like you are a completely unfamiliar kind of powerful thing, which you are, and people will fall back on assuming you're probably whatever you say you are or at least they'd better play along.