A bountiful return

[Anastasia]

"There is one other way," Mystra says, "Allow me to show you a possibility."

[Corwin]

"Please do," Seira requests, quite attentive!

[Anastasia]

"I can grant those who serve me the ability to ignore antimagic, but I rarely give it out," Mystra asys, "I can bestow it on those that do not, but only as a reward for a great service done." Turning to you fully now, "Thus I could Oraga, if he does a deed worthy of it. As the Weave is mine to administer, I can allow exceptions."

[Corwin]

"That's a very generous offer!" she notes as her eyes widen. Seira urns towards Oraga with a grin, asking him, "Interested in rising up to this challenge?"

[Anastasia]

Oraga rumbles, "Challenges are made to be crushed beneath your boot."

[Corwin]

"That's a 'Thank you for your gracious offer, Mother of all Magic, is there a task you need handled at present?' that I just heard, isn't it?"

[Anastasia]

Mystra smiles at this, "I will withhold the smiting this time. Oraga," Suddenly her voice brooks no discord, the elf shutting up and going still. "Go. Go where you are needed in my name." A flare of power and Oraga is gone.

[Corwin]

Seira giggles. "The whole concept of proper manners is still very much a work in progress, I'm afraid. I do value honesty...." She trails off with a shrug. "I'm glad you gave Oraga the opportunity. It would be her first solo task in forever."

[Anastasia]

"We will see if she triumphs, it is not an easy task," Mystra concurs with a slight nod to you.

[Corwin]

Seira returns that nod, before asking, "Would you mind another question? I've looked in on Balmuria, given its importance to me -- actually, I went with Marie! There is a child blessed with knowledge of magic equal to an archmage's, by all appearances. I was wondering whether you might've heard about this from Marie and Alicia, or merely due to seeing all magic?"

[Anastasia]

"Calley," Mystra says, "He is known to me. I cannot tell you how he did, for it was not done with any power of the Weave. As his mother holds 21, the conclusion is obvious, for the tools of the Incarnations are beyond even my understanding." Here she turns back to look out over Dweomerheart, "I do not like it, but I will not counteract it."

[Corwin]

"I don't like it either, although for different reasons," Seira muses. "A kid won't have a happy childhood like that. It's not even the power, but the expectations from all around him and the attention he draws."

[Anastasia]

"I pray his mother knows what she's doing," Mystra says, as motes of purple and silver rise from Dweomerheart, slowly starting to blanket the night sky. "That there is a reason for this, a need worth the sacrifice Calley will endure. I am no stranger to necessity and will not condemn her for something done for reasons beyond her control."

A pause at this, "One such as Sylvie should have been far better. I have seen her kind over the ages, those blessed with a mind so ferocious as to consume and master everything with nary an effort. A great polymath destined for deeds wonderful or terrible, for that potential seldom withers away unused. Yet grief wounds, grief distorts as surely as pride, hatred or avarice."

[Corwin]

"Some things can't be helped," Seira agrees. "Say, do you think that the tools of the Incarnations come from Beyond?"

[Anastasia]

"Of course they do." Mystra says as her hair is blown back, the breeze increasing as the motes of light continue to rise up. "The Incarnations came from Beyond. They made Creation. Their works are not part of Creation unless they will them to be. It's only logical."