[He had been thinking of individuals like Stark, whose body had been used up with the power of the Infinity Stones, like a flash of heat obliterating kindling. He had been thinking of Rhy, whose tether to life once originating from his brother was now replaced by the power of the Singularity itself. He had not even considered Thancred’s situation, knowing so little about him or his world — but the lengthy pause that follows makes him wonder. Makes him guess at the origin of that shade of doubt he’s sure he perceives.

When his attention comes back, even his words, asking after the nature of something new, sound distant. Stephen notes it for later; not exactly a subject to spring on him mid-Horizon introduction. He can maybe wrest it out of him later.]

…More like a new skill than magic. It’s called the Horizon; it’s a spiritual plane, highly malleable. You can recreate almost anything from memory. You could cast spells otherwise unavailable to you in this world.

[If that sounds very specific, it’s because the latter definitely applies to Stephen.]

Several use it as a home away from home. But I’d be subtle about when, where, and how often you visit. Knowing something like this exists could throw our very generous hosts into a frenzy.

[Hobnobbing with those from the Free Cities or Solvunn? Probably frowned upon, especially given the recent growing tensions.]