She is greeted, almost immediately, by Daine - not quite in royal regalia, but certainly in clothes that pass for regal by standards of modern couture. They make her look taller, somehow, with a straighter back and a longer neck, because those are things she needs help to achieve.
She’s positively beaming, and waves Chalenna in eagerly. “I made tea! And food from home, and cookies, and a dossier with notes.” She gestures to the table as she chirps, a bird-like lilt to her voice, a slight hiss under other words. She always had a bit of an accent, but it’s very obvious today.
Taking a seat in an armchair, and indicating that Chalenna is welcome to do the same, Daine continues; “I’m really, really very eager to hear about what you’ve been turning up. I only vaguely know there are abnormalities, and you intended to poke at them a bit more fully, that you did manage to go and look around New York…” Daine ticks things off on her fingers. “But not what came of that. And I’ve some - mostly wonderful - news, as I mentioned. I’ll fill you in.”
The Archmage takes a seat, hands clasping in her lap.
The mask would be flawless to any outside observer, calm serenity and professionalism.
…The fact that she’s using it in private is more than enough of a signal flare to the dragon who all but raised her.
Chalenna is Not Happy.
"The main thing I’ve ascertained is that the majority of people here are supremely unhelpful. I’d recommend cannibalizing the planet for parts and starting over, but the Skylord seemed rather firm on that not being an option."
A slow breath, out, in a sigh.
"I’ve been attempting to collate information on this world’s lore and myth, trying to track down mana flows and wells. As far as I’ve been able to gather, this world is something of a ‘nexus’ - a natural weak-point in the way planar space folds. I suppose that explains why we both arrived here - my scrying spell shouldn’t have been seeking you, so the overcharge bringing me to you without some other influence was unlikely on such an order of magnitude I was wondering if there was a more reasonable explanation."
"I’ve identified at least a few interesting points, which honestly make me question how this world formed, at least. You recall Archmage Theoditus’ theory of thaumatological flux?"
She’d be surprised if the Jun Dov didn’t - an explanation for the formation of worlds where nothing once was, wild mana ‘clumping’ and sparking thaumaturgic effects where with the right confluence of traits, these effects could stabilize over time to form a world. In a lot more words than that, of course - academia, why use one word when you can use twenty?
It wasn’t exactly a universally accepted theory - there was still an awful lot of arguing over the details, and whether it was even remotely plausible or verifiable, or essentially another ‘creator-myth’.
"One of the key concepts of the theory was that the time till equilibrium was reached defined the overarching mana levels of the world - the longer it took, the lower the mana levels would be, due to requiring more ‘burn’."
"I think that theory may be officially debunked."
"On the topic of cannibalization - I’ve considered it a few times, but their population outweighs the grand total of Furrae’s at its peak, they’ve weaponry to rival Arel, and while I’m certain we would win, it’d reduce what’s salvageable about this place to worthless slag." Daine brushes a cat off the table, setting down tea and food from home in its place.
With a tentacle born of her hair, but you know, it’s rude to stand up and walk around while your Archmage is talking and in a visibly bad mood.
"Their society is a baby, anyway, they keep changing it and hacking out their predecessors, so I’m not terribly surprised they’re unhelpful. Not one of them knows the entirety of their own history, they like to stamp out all the ugly bits and pretend it never happened - though some go looking for the truth more than others. Particularly, actually, in younger generations."
"As for the theory - thank Dad, we can finally put that argument to rest. What put the nail in the coffin?"