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[ Ezar does not believe for one second that there is a way such a thing could happen. He's read too much about how "going home" works in this place. Returning, out of his control, will be the final act of a delayed death sentence and he has accepted it. So for him, it is more wistful wish than anything... but he does not expect them to understand that, because he's told no one that truth, and he has no intention of doing so. There's no point.

So the best course is agreeing, he thinks, to something he knows to be futile. It is an ultimately harmless lie and better than the truth. A world he can pretend could exist, an adventure he might tentatively dream of going on, wherever it might lead. It's easy to offer that kind of idea when he knows it cannot happen. ]

What manner of thing to test?

[ He has nothing to say or ask, after. What they've already said about the Ancients has been interesting, and made him curious, but he can't think of a way to ask any of the questions on his mind without revealing too much. ]

When Raha mentioned the magicks he used to pull us across the rift — and then the same ones that Elidibus used thereafter, summoning phantoms of heroes? It's — well.

[The edge of her lip catches beneath her teeth, and she casts a quick glance in G'raha's direction.]

In what you remember. Have you heard me mention the name "Azem" before?

I know who they are, yes. You've explained a bit.

[ More than a bit, of course, but that goes against the spirit of his keeping things from her. ]

Azem's power to summon their friends to their side is one I know about. Do you think it could be paired with the magic to call across the rift?

[ He can't deny - the times he's seen it used, the magic seemed to work similarly. ]

I think so. I think her crystal can...I don't know how to put it, exactly. I think it can also hold the intentions of others, if imbued with them. Azem's incantation is to summon her friends to her side, but...

[She hesitates.]

Elidibus sent me into the rift when we fought, and I was able to send myself back. If all I could do was call others to myself, it wouldn't have done any of us any good. So I think it must be able to pair, somehow. It would make sense for Azem to draw her strength from the collaboration of others, anyway, and to be able to mingle their intentions with her own.

If we could find a way for you to put an intention of your own into it, for example. Mayhap that could work?

[ G'raha's ears perk up again as she says it, a smile crossing his face. Dynamis, or akasa as Nidhana had explained, would perhaps be the way that the crystal had interacted with Summer's desire to escape, with Emet's desire to help her. ]

I do not think we'd find it difficult to express that intention - there's a Thavnarian concept we learned about, Akasa, that dictates strong emotions affect the reality around them. It's hard to study an energy ruled by emotion but... we were able to prove its theory, somewhat.

The difference being, we are not so nearly experienced with concepts as the Ancients were. And effectively sealing such a force into the crystal would take practice - as much as the vessels were untested in their function, I'd be loathe to not do some practical testing either.

We've also no Crystal Tower to draw on here, and no Beq Lugg to ask for guidance and expertise. ...But that doesn't mean it can't be done.

[She doesn't understand, not fully, the source of G'raha's abrupt delight, but she doesn't need to know the source to appreciate the result of it. Later she'll think back on this conversation and realize it may well be her first attempt at academia that didn't leave her feeling woefully behind or out of step.

But for the moment, the mention of testing has her glancing back at Ezar.]

Would it bother you? If we were to try summoning...well, er. You?

Hm?

[ Ezar had been... not drifting off to sleep, exactly, but mentally drifting away once they got into topics he did not understand in the slightest, just enjoying the sound of their voices and being near them and having nothing asked of him.

He had not expected to be drawn back into this conversation quite so quickly. ]

...what d'ya mean, 'summoning' me?

[ He is only aware of 'summoning' as a concept for a particular kind of arcanist or as a thing done to bring primals forth, and neither of those seem to apply to him. ]

[ G'raha laughs, softly. Like one might with a coeurl kitten, he reaches up to flick one ear, then smooths his fingers over the twitching appendage and through Ezar's hair again, having stopped as he was speaking. ]

Perhaps we should wait and ask him another time.

[ But, out of a politeness for not making fun of him too long. ]

Trying to summon you across the rift, at some later point in time. As I did with Summer.

Oh, he must not have heard half of what we said. I'm sorry, Rolanberry.

[She does, to her credit, look sorry. Just not sorry enough to escape the nickname.]

So you could come with us, like you wanted. If we could find some manner of way.

[ Ezar laughs quietly against G'raha's leg. This contented, he's able to forget himself enough to joke about certain things. Particularly with what Summer had said earlier, which he's still absorbing now that he's calmed down. ]

Lot easier ways for you to get me out of my clothes, aye?

[ Maybe it's something they could do, and what a startling thought that is. Pull him from here so he can cheat death, have another chance at... something. At living a life that's not governed entirely by hiding and desperately trying to be beneath notice.

It's a strange thought, a startling one. It makes something flutter in his chest--hope. The reaction filters through into the synch, something perhaps stronger and beyond what could be expected. ]

But if you think it could work. Aye. I've nothing to lose.

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[ G'raha makes what can only be called a disgruntled noise, but Ezar's joy sparking through the synch and his subsequent agreement are things that make him happy, and he smiles down at the other miqo'te male. ]

It will be something to experiment with. Obviously not anything we'll be attempting right away.

[ He looks up to Summer again with the same smile. ]

Perhaps a chance for you to test out researching as well, since it is a skill that one builds over time.

Hold, now, if Rolanberry's getting snatched out of his clothes then I expect to be snatched out of mine. Tis only fair.

[But then it's her turn to settle, likewise warmed by Ezar's pleasure and G'raha's approval both.]

Wouldn't that be nice. Two wishes sorted out in the same fell swoop. That really would be something.

[ Ezar's tail flicks lightly against Summer's side, a movement of warm amusement. ]

Thought he never quite managed it that way, Summer. [ What with her arriving fully clothed and all. ] Disappointin', really.

[ Is this a thing that could truly happen? He doesn't know. But it's nice to pretend. To hope a little. ]

We all might be here a good, long time, anyway.

[ And they might be sick of each other long before that, really. ]

We could be, which means there's plenty of time to figure it all out.

[ But, he's flustered by their teasing, and it shows in the way his tails wiggle behind him. ]

The point of the magic transference is not to steal your clothes off. I am not some kind of .. of magic declothier!

Full dangerous if it was. I'd catch myself summoning you thrice a day.

[She catches Ezar's eye long enough to flash a conspiratorial wink at him, before leaning over to press a noisy, indulgent kiss against G'raha's cheek.]

A sight I think we'd both enjoy, wouldn't you agree?

[ Ezar laughs at that wink. ]

Wouldn't complain, aye.

[ It's a measure of how relaxed he is that he's willing to say that instead of clamming up awkwardly. Strange, to be joking about it with Summer, but... he's going to try to not overthink things right now. He's very capable of overthinking them thoroughly later. ]

Imagine if you did invent a... magic declothier. You'd be awash in cash.

I don't think anyone other than, perhaps, a warrior using full plate armor would find much use for a magic item that removed your clothes.

[ He's still grumpy, his ears flicking a little as he speaks. But Summer has kissed him, so he's not actually upset, turning his head to catch her cheek against his briefly. Take that. ]

If you want to help her make that her project, I shant stop you, but I won't help either.

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