Wednesday 12 June 2075 0300 Sian's Home Chinatown Barrens Seattle
Sian waves a hand. "Advanced magics is hardly the word I would choose, Isla. Different is a much better word. In my youth, there were many different types of mages, some using bound books, others sucking life force from the environment, others who used small familiars to bring them spells, and some few who could just call upon the power of other planes. You and I just conceive of magic differently and so use it differently. The laws Glinda and I must obey are not the same as the laws you obey. So, saying that, is there anything to be gained through this ritual? What exactly does it do, and who do you propose to share in it? Just the three of us?"