Eon’s Fringe had been a curious posting. Pyraelia had volunteered to help as a representative of the Kirin Tor, partially because she could — she’d always been skilled with small acts of chronomancy and that was a definite need in the town that had been frozen — but also in part because it was the first time since the time bomb in Suramar that this kind of research opportunity had presented itself.
She had been tasked with finding the ‘out of place’ objects and adjusting them to fit if they belonged or bring them to the attention of the Bronze dragons in the area to put them back in their correct timeline. Or, in some cases, have their resonance changed to fit the current timeline so they could stay.
That was her main focus, in truth, and what she had spent many of her more restless nights delving into — cementing something, or someone, out of place to this Azeroth.
Khaeris was here, too. On edge, understandably, as one of those ‘out of place’ people. Pyra was determined to finally figure out a way to make her best friend permanently part of their timeline, whether through new magic or as a favor from the Bronzes themselves.
Her tapestry spell had held fast over the last many years. It was a decent enough anchor to keep Khaeris attached to their Azeroth, but it was a little juvenile and clumsy. Especially now, with all the wear on the timeways, there was a risk of it starting to fray — but there was also so much potential benefit in coming up with something entirely new, or at the very least, more magic to weave in to strengthen it further.
Mairidormi, her main contact, had been generous enough in enduring her daily barrage of questions. Initially their relationship had been a bit more tense and transactional, but over the weeks the Bronze dragon had warmed up and was more actively interested in rambling down theoretical arcane routes in the course of conversation, which had only resulted in Pyraelia needing more and more notebooks to fill.
Bartender Bob slid a coffee to her across the counter on a far too early morning, and Mairi paused for a moment as they were charting out the quadrant of town meant for adjusting. Her furrowed brow and frown gave way to an enigmatic smile, “You have a sister, don’t you, Scholar Sunmote?”
Pyraelia nodded and slowed her scrawling on her small, pocket map that would inevitably be filled with colored dots for each item encountered and manipulated, “I do, yes. Why?”
Mairi shrugged and picked up her own ordered tea before answering, “You should invite her to help, I think. You have picked up a few different timelines since you’ve been here, there’s one I like better than the others, where she’s here helping, it’s probably the right one.”
Fiorenze was a wonderful scryer, and could more easily find the “correct” origin locations of the objects that had found their way here. She’d been able to find Khaeris when she had originally been corrected, and people across the thousands of realms of death.
It wasn’t a terrible idea.
Her nose wrinkled enough that it made Mairi laugh, and she sipped her coffee while she mulled it over. “Are you allowed to tell me things like that, Mairi?”
“It’s authority I’m granted eventually, and that’s fine enough for me,” the dragon brushed a bit of the silver hair her visage bore back behind a short, pointed ear.
Pyraelia rolled her eyes and couldn’t help a mirthful smirk. She wasn’t going to turn down the offer of information, knowing full well that was a gift.
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