Millennial Mage

Tala moved over to sit on her throne, having brought herself, Rane, Lyn, and Terry onto the dais which was at the center of the sanctum.

Rane sat on the throne beside hers, Terry curled up on his lap, watching raptly. The terror bird probably would have been on Tala’s lap, but he likely knew such would be distracting, and what Tala was about to attempt would be potentially difficult enough.

That wasn’t to say that the task would be technically difficult. Instead, it would require the utmost focus to ensure that nothing was going catastrophically wrong.

Rane willed for a chair to appear for Lyn to sit in, and the seat was there, ready for her use.

At the same time, Alat brought forth a large upright slab—as extreme in its thinness as it was in its height and width—and used that to display one of the perspectives on the flier awaiting on the superficial for their use. This perspective in particular was one that was a bit above and behind, looking down and forward.

“-The bloodstar clouds are in place.-” Alat’s voice sounded in the sanctum itself as well as within Tala’s head.

Lyn looked up and around, smiling. “Hello, Alat.”

“-Hello, Lyn. This should be exciting.-”

“Yes, certainly something worthy of record.” And putting action to her words, Lyn pulled out an Archive slate and began taking notes. Though, to be fair, Tala could perceive that much of what Lyn was doing seemed to be related to her work. That stood to reason, as nothing was actually happening yet.