Okay. To this side of the gate then, I guess. 

Okay. One minute. And she goes to the indicated spot, her ears sliding back only slightly in stress as she navigates the crowd, and closes her eyes for a few moments.

I can cast it as soon as I have something to cast it on, she grins at him when she gets back.

People in the streets like giving them things; he has a bracelet for her to use.

And she casts the spell and hands it back.

He bounces excitedly again. Thank you! Thank you! Will it work forever?

Mmhmm. Well, unless it gets broken, but metal is usually pretty sturdy.

I'll take good care of it. Everyone will want these, can you make that many?

Nod. I don't know how many you mean, but they don't take long, you saw.

You're so amazing.

She giggles and hugs him. If I'm going to be making them for everyone, I should probably know more places; what are some good ones?

We could roof-hop and I can show you?

Sure!

And so they do. The kobold gets noticeably better at making long hops with practice; they probably still won't be able to tour the whole city today, but they can see a nice fraction of it at least.

And he can identify spots people might like.

Eventually it starts feeling like dinnertime.

Ready to go back?

We can get food here if you're hungry. You just walk around and people will give it to you. I don't really want to go back yet. 

All right. I'm going to be slowing down some before too long, though - maybe we can find something to sit and watch?

Yes! We can watch the Mingling and eat and look out on the city, that'd be nice.

Sure, that sounds nice. What's a Mingling?

It's when both of the Trees are active at once and the light is all purple and stunning.

Your light comes from trees? That's kind of strange. I guess you don't get anything like sunrises or sunsets, then... a sun is this, that's where light comes from in my world, it goes across the sky from one side of the horizon to the other every day and the sky changes color when it's rising or setting, it's different every time and really pretty, but I don't know how much like a Mingling it is.

That is pretty. The Mingling's pretty too but - differently, there's no central focus to it, it doesn't have as much - trajectory. And it's much slower, I think.

Nod. Well, we''ll find out, I guess. Dinner first, though, and she pops them down to street level.

And lots of people offer them food and stare at her curiously.

She ignores the stares and composes a relatively meat-heavy meal for herself, keeping an eye on Fëanáro while she does so.

He tries everything and is very excitable and doesn't seem at all worn out by the day's excursions. But he doesn't run off.