mother mother I made a friend today

[elves_are_nice]

A small wooden cottage, in the middle of a forest far from civilization.

A sitting room, barely large enough for its furniture: a table (currently covered with paper and arcane scribbles), three overstuffed chairs, and a fireplace (not lit). The walls are lined with bookshelves, though, alas, they are most empty, except for the odd binder or duplicated tome.

Were it not for the heavy warding upon the place and its lonely setting, it'd look like a normal home for a woodsman.

Within this room, a boy appears with a 'pop'. "Mother!" he shouts. "I'm home!"

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[elves_are_nice]

Aisilian blinks. "Oh, sorry. A strange conception of a world of spirit, involving that lacks distance or really much in the way of qualia. I actually haven't seen any place like that yet, so I can't honestly speak as to its pleasant-ness or lack thereof."

[aestrix]

"Thank you. Let's not turn the world into... Bhava-Agra? then. Since you haven't seen any place like it. It could be worse than having to float places instead of teleporting."

[elves_are_nice]

Aisilian nods with childish seriousness, adding this to his mental list of "things moral people should not do."

[aestrix]

Good, she tries to keep her son from doing terrible things to the world.

"So, the girl you met, she's... Not going to tell her parents?"

[elves_are_nice]

Aisilian grimaces. "Probably. I scared her pretty badly, I think."

[aestrix]

"Ah. Okay. Be careful anyway, dear? Check to be sure. I don't want you to get caught off guard by a bunch of angry mages."

[elves_are_nice]

Aisilian nods. "Of course, of course~. Scry and don't die!"

[aestrix]

"Yes. That. Do that."

She ruffles his hair affectionately.

[elves_are_nice]

With that, Aisilian finishes his dinner quickly, and as promised, floats gently up the stairs in lieu of his usual flicker.