"I don't see why not. It's a little far-fetched, but it's the best we've got. Better than telling them the truth, honestly." Janius stood up from his seat. "Let's find Kaj-Julan, then. I'm not sure if it'll be appropriate for Rhazii to come, even if he wants to. We should let Ahnasha and Fendros know what's happening before we invite him along."

Janius stretched his arms up. "They went to the courtyard, right? Let's go."

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With her hanging hand, Lunise brought a yellow light to her palm and placed it on Meesei's upper arm. Her magicka flowed into Meesei to fuel the spell before them.

As time went on and it consumed more and more of their magicka, Lunise had to slow the rate at which she was donating her own reserves. Meesei just kept on sending more in. While Lunise knew of Meesei's power, seeing it measured in this way brought the scale of it to bear. She wasn't budging where any other mage would begin to struggle. It detracted from the captivating spectacle of the spell itself.

Lunise's brow lowered. "Meesei? Are you quite alright?" She asked.

Meesei's ease at explaining it all after the spell was done gave as much of an answer as Lunise needed. Lunise resisted any reaction to her last comment except to look at Meesei with low eyelids and huff through her nose.

Her eyes found the orb once more. She readjusted her posture with determination. "Very well. Do not distract me."

After a moment with her eyes closed to finalise her memory, Lunise stepped past Meesei and placed her hand on the orb. She visualised a cloistered yard bordered with from repeating arrays of high, pointed arches, stained-glass windows, and curved-sloping roofs. In the centre was a burbling fountain made from mosaics hued with lapis lazuli coloured gloss. Perfect green topiary trees pointed into the sky, barely a few metres high and exactly identical, lining the edges. Shapes of green grass were hemmed in by pathways made from a white-yellow stone. Their bricks fit so flush together that it almost looked solid in the light of the sun peeking over the cloister walls and through the windows. In the foreground of Lunise's memory was the frame of a window and a balustrade made from the same yellow stone as the rest of the structure.