When a voice had come up behind him questioning if the colors he wore signified an allegiance with House Sunrunner, he had expected a fairly dry conversation regarding politics and requesting meetings. While meetings were requested, the conversation was far from dry for either of the men.
There were no roundabouts taken by Zaelus Umbralflare regarding why he wanted to speak to him and Aeviry, nor did he bother coating his questions regarding what the Sunrunner forces had lost. Remaining honest but vague, the conversation turned quickly toward the magic required to see their comrades home.
"This is something I would like to discuss with you, scholar to scholar." Arandael glanced toward Zaelus. "Now if the destruction of Deathwing brought about the end of the Aspect’s magic, do they still have a monopoly upon the time line or do they even see it anymore at all? If so, who governs it? Is there even a price to pay other than the butterfly effect if you tamper in its uses?"
Zaelus closed his eyes gently. “To answer the first of your questions: I cannot say to what extent the Bronze still maintain their powers, but considering what has come to pass either they are guilty or they lack the power to undo the damage wrought by those who are.
"To answer your other question, though this butterfly effect you mention is well documented, think of this: now that a massive population of temporal ‘natives’ have been snatched away, should we not already have felt the radical effects of their actions in the past?
"Since we have not; there are again two possibilities… One, time is not as linear as we expect and their actions will only manifest in some other dimension of equivalent coordinates, or two, we succeed in the near future of bringing them back through the threshold in the past, thus reversing whatever impact they can make, meaning the lives of all those you have lost are guaranteed to be safe so long as we continue as we naturally would." Zaelus frowned lightly. "This would be easier to illustrate than to explain…" he mused.
Arandael chuckled quietly “If you’d like we can find our way to the library. They never lock their doors and I know they do have parchment that we can make use of. Shall we?”
Zaelus bowed his head. “That sounds like quite a nice place, please lead the way….” he said tapping the tips of his fingers together lightly
The library found them several more hours of debate regarding the magic, the theory, and the repercussions of the current events. As the night waned into morning, the two parted with words of mutual understanding.
Arandael, gave one more glance around the library for he departed to return to the estate and find his sword and shield for his morning training. As always, sleep could wait.