Neesa was evidently unfazed by Meesei being absent, likely because she did not tend to be involved with large-scale military planning. Meesei's pack had largely transitioned into a role as a battlefield vanguard, rather than strategic planning. "See that you do. Now that your portal is done, there cannot be many more delays, and if all of the effort I have put into this project ends up going to waste, then I am going to be bleeding [i]someone[/i] dry. Make sure that everyone who is involved in the large-scale deployment and maneuvering of your soldiers is present for this." As was usual for Neesa, she did not waste time before teleporting away, having said what she came to say. 

Few people had been inside the tower of Mzark since Neesa had started her project. Deliveries of supplies were usually just left near the lift at the bottom of the tower. Neesa had also, evidently, appropriated several more Dwemer automatons to carry out any manual labor that was needed. Only Sabine had actually been up to the oculory itself since Neesa started, and only a handful of times. Based on the few summaries of her progress that Neesa had given to Sabine, Neesa had needed to replace many of the oculory's parts in order to re-purpose it for its new task. While a normal Dwemer oculory was designed to, in basic terms, observe the stars, this particular one was a modified version of the device that was meant to read an Elder Scroll without any of the side effects. Neesa's goal had been to convert it back into a "normal" oculory, and apparently, she had finally succeeded. 

When Sabine did finally arrive with the others, they would find the oculory in a rather disorganized state, with Dwemer scrap and unused parts scattered around on the floor away from the mechanism. If Neesa did have any system of organization, it was certainly not obvious to look at. Her automatons, at least, were all dormant up against the walls, out of the way, so they were less likely to trip over them. Neesa herself was standing at the controls to the mechanism, waiting with a dubious degree of patience for their arrival.

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"I would not be so quick to call it impossible." Meesei answered quickly. "How much would you say you really [i]know[/i] about the Psijic Order? Their magic and culture are mysterious; intentionally hidden from outsiders, even the Altmer of Summerset. I know that you were closer than most, given that your mother was a member of the order, but there is still quite a lot you may not know about them. I know that a Psijic would not tend to share those kinds of details, even with family."

In contrast to Lunise, Meesei took a hold of her hand even more tightly. "My point being, you may have the wrong idea of what it would mean to go to Artaeum. The Psijic order are not a vindictive or aggressive group. The very core tenants of their order call for altruism, and serve to the well-being of Mundus. But, they are observers first and foremost, and do not like to become directly involved in events on Tamriel. Their goals are noble, but who knows for how long they are going to remain apart from Tamriel? Given everything I know about the Psijics, it is very possible that, even within an Elven lifetime, you may never get to see your mother again. Not unless I can help you see her. At the very least, I want to try. One of the most significant parts of Artaeum's defenses is that the realm the island inhabits can easily move between different parts of the void. So, even if you are able to find its exact location, that information will not be accurate forever. But, I know of a spell to...attune one's self to Artaeum, which ensures that any portal to the island that I use would always be able to find its true location. The island does have other defenses as well, of course, but the spell luckily takes care of those."