One step forward and many to go

[Corwin]

Relieve my avatar who will be headed to Magma in stealth mode to observe the elementals for my and Sanzha's research (with Biblioteca~).

Ensure that library and magic school are built properly, along with an inn/dormitory for everyone to stay. See about developing this campus for magical advancement and generally doing good for Lifasa.

Proselytize a bit, which is unlike me but worship is a thing and I would hate to lose the momentum from the double boosts of Lifasa and Avernus.

Help Amaryl forge a connection to worshippers, since like Syala said this is the age of miracles and wonders on Lifasa, and her connection to the worshippers will be even stronger there than in the Cauldron. Back home she's already a known quantity. Here, she'll likely be seen as fully my equal, and maybe it'll help her bridge that tiny gap to DvR1.

[Anastasia]

Thus you go to Lifasa and...

Okay, go ahead and set up where your library is, describe it and all of that. Describe it and if anyone's there, ect ect. Basically set up the scene of your works and we'll roll off of that.

[Corwin]

The wounds caused by their battle had been healed like many others when Aurora's champions restored the world, but to Seira the spot is one of importance. After many years of preparation and the test run of Benfal, it was where she ran wild once more. Perhaps she should have brought Donald along, if only so he wouldn't think she's settled down-- Seira shakes her head to drive away thoughts of the past, gazing up at the golden aurora in the skies above, an echo of the golden flame of the Cauldron.

Her campus is being constructed on a plain bordering a verdant forest, a meeting of climates that appeals to Seira's very nature. A brook burbles nearby, guaranteeing a source of clean water and a bountiful harvest. Of the planned buildings, only the first has been constructed; Seira had started with a library, one to hold a repository of knowledge usually not seen on Primes except her erstwhile home of Balmuria. What it would lack in esoteric resources the library would more than make up in its variety. Books on mundane subjects would have a place there alongside treatises on the major schools of magic, their subsidiaries, and the varied disciplines of pseudo-magic such as psionics. Among other things, the magical resources would make it easier to compare and contrast the various magical approaches to the most common problems mages have sought to revolve for eons while the mundane collections would simplify gaining necessary life skills and enriching one's worldview.

She had been busy, and two wooden building skeletons have already been erected; a school to make proper use of the library and teach a new generation of hopefuls and prodigies, and an inn set to serve as a dormitory for it or to simply house and feed the more casual visitors. She waves Amaryl over to observe the construction from up close. A few dozen locals are in charge of it, volunteers all, and Seira is quite content to allow the work continue uninterrupted. Her complex here should have an indigenous design and feel to it, while her magic is there to ensure the buildings are sustainable and have a variety of magical amenities. She has an experience with running an inn and a magical school, after all, and years of listening to students, teachers and guests has left Seira with the knowledge of what people seek out of such things first and foremost.

"There's one thing I'm undecided on," she confides in Amaryl. "A Mythal would be too much, wouldn't it?" Even though it would look so pretty!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{18}

Amaryl manifests - there and yet not, an avatar and yet not. Between. It's a strange thing for sure, on the border, and yet not damaging Lifasa.

As the workers pause to give you awed looks, slowing in their labors, Amaryl considers. "I'd say it would be too much unless they have an arch mage who could manage it," she concurs, "Unless Elder Magi Tepen wishes to retire here, I don't think they do."

[Corwin]

"Of course," Seira agrees with her. Giving the locals a lot of help is one thing, but if there is no one capable of handling the occasional upkeep it merely makes everyone dependent on her goodwill. "Still, this would make a good sanctuary should Lifasa ever need one again, even beyond its current goals. But it's not ours, not just yet." She gestures at the buildings. "This is my influence, and now we can also have yours."

[Anastasia]

Amaryl closes her eyes, breathing slowly, in and out, in and out. "I feel close," she murmurs. "Close to something."

[Corwin]

Seira is ready to whisk Amaryl off world and back to the Cauldron should her emerging powers manifest suddenly, putting Lifasa in danger. But that's a small part of her, and she's quite the able multitasker!

"This is where this new chapter of our life began," Seira tells her warmly. "The two of us against insurmountable odds, except we surmounted them because of what was on the line. We stepped up, and the world rewards such things. What you're feeling is being ready to take that next step closer to me, love." She smiles at Amaryl, asking her, "So what's keeping you?"

[Anastasia]

"I...I..."

> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{3}

"I'm just not ready," Amaryl finally says, "Close, so close...but it doesn't feel right in here, yet. I need something more."

[Corwin]

"That's what we're here for!" Seira declares. "What is our home away from home missing, here? You've got a lot to work with, we got lucky with the placement. Think about it while I introduce you to everyone?"

She eagerly drags Amaryl by the hand over to the nearest pair of workers. "John, Martha, I don't think you've had the chance of meeting Amaryl yet? Here she is! I brought her~"

[Anastasia]

The two are a pair of normal people - a man and a half elf woman, strong people. The signs of physical labor on both of them, callouses and muscle. John brushes back a bit of loose hair and says, "M'lady Seira," he bows deeply while Martha kneels before the two of you.

"Hello," Amaryl's voice is soft, "It's a pleasure to meet you. You've worked hard on this, thank you."

[Corwin]

"We're getting close, too!" Seira says cheerfully. "Can you feel the way these buildings want to be used?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, I don't know about that," John laughs a little nervously, "Your ma'am ship, my wife says I don't even know what she wants. I'm not sure I'd be any better figuring out buildings."

"...he isn't wrong," Martha murmurs, then quietly eeps, "I'm sorry, Seira. I meant no disrespect."

[Corwin]

"It's alright," Seira asserts, reaching over to pat Martha's shoulder reassuringly. "I didn't mean that literally. When something's built with both love and purpose, don't you feel a bit of that stick with it? That's what I'm talking about, here, and I bet the kids who will come here to study magic will think the same."

[Anastasia]

"Oh! Then yes," Martha says, nodding.

"I think she means - we both mean, that we're honored," John says. His voice drops a bit, "I was on the Burning Aeropolis." He holds his hands up, "I'd like my hands to be better for something than crushing and breaking. This opportunity's given it to me. Thank you."

[Corwin]

"Just like we want to thank you," Seira responds, grinning at Amaryl before returning her attention to the pair. "People who have seen what all of us here have depressingly often consider any effort to be futile. But it's not! We're going to help the younger generation, and in turn they would help others and these things snowball. They snowball like you wouldn't believe!"