Instead it's suddenly stunningly bright. The sky is silver, the light is streaming from some point on the horizon and is far brighter than a sun ought to be. Everything is dazzlingly pretty. 

"...Is this a pocket dreamscape? How advanced was that thing?" Imliss wonders.

There's no one around to answer. They're in the middle of a field. It's a stunningly picturesque field.

If it's a dreamscape, she should be able to oppose it. On the other hand, if it's a dreamscape, it's probably too advanced for her to be able to break. She tries anyway.

"...I couldn't break it, but I--didn't feel anything there to push against," she says, puzzled.

"Let me try."

She tries.

She gets the same result.

"That's really weird."

There's a gentle breeze. There are deer eating in the meadow, unafraid of them. 

...

Idaia walks up to one of the deer.

It eventually gets nervous and darts off, but not too far. 

Okay, if she approaches slooowly does it run away again?"

...nope, if she's patient enough she can get in petting range. 

She pets it. Carefully enough that it won't run away, but--

"Imliss I think it's real."

"How's that even possible?"

"Hell if I know."

And a minute later they'll hear hoofbeats. They'd have heard it much sooner if they were Elves. 

They are not elves, they are dreamshapers. If the source of the hoofbeats isn't immediately visible Idaia conjures a peculiar twisty-looking set of binoculars and looks in the direction the sound's coming from.

Then she'll see a man on horseback with a large dog bounding along beside him. He's not particularly pressing the pace. He is an Elf, and has heard and seen them, and he pulls up the horse at the site of binocular conjuration. 

Gosh he's pretty.

If this guy is responsible for the snake she's going to be super pissed off at him but she really doesn't think anything about this situation is normal enough that she can assume that.

"Guy on horseback with a dog," she reports to her sister.

The guy on horseback with a dog heard that very clearly, but doesn't speak the language. He approaches, slower. 

They don't look like Elves. They don't look equipped to be all the way out here, either. 

"At least with someone to talk to we can get some answers about what the hell's going on."

"Yeah."

They start walking toward him.

So he'll dismount. They don't seem to recognize him, which is so entertaining he is definitely not going to say who he is.  "You're far afield."

...Hello language barrier, so pleased to see you, not.

"I don't speak that language," she says, more to demonstrate than for the words themselves.

Huh, okay. Where the Halls are you two from?

...Whoah.

We're from Kilaiuossa. We were attacked by--we thought it was someone's working, gone hostile by carelessness or malice, but I've never heard of a working that could teleport people before.

And I've never heard of a working. So you're extremely lost. Welcome to Valinor, how are you liking the weather, we can ask it to change if it's boring us.