Of all the times to experience deja vu, notifying emergency services about a snake monster before it eats her is an odd one.
"Probably convenient, yes. Will I need a running start, or for that matter a falling start -?"
"Probably simplest for now if I just make a portal into a nice empty bit of sky," he says, doing so. "Eventually, though, you'll be able to take off from the ground - running and falling both make it easier, but it's possible without."
The Emperor follows, closing the portal behind them.
The ocean is a long way down from here, and there's no land in sight - but it's not that hard to figure out how to glide. Her wings seem to have some muscle memory pre-installed. Up to her if she wants to attempt flapping on this basis.
Meanwhile, the Emperor lets himself fall for a second or two before he summons his wings and catches himself.
Flapping is harder to get the hang of, but still non-disastrous!
The Emperor circles around and swoops and dives, staying in the vicinity to keep an eye on her but otherwise having fun.
"I didn't have a good estimate but I was pretty sure I'd have to catch you once or twice in the first few minutes!"
"Yeah, I put that in, but I wasn't expecting you to get used to it so quickly. Maybe Elves are better at that sort of thing, or maybe I've gotten better at making usable wings." Swoop.
"We have a lot of bodily control, but I'm not sure what would be making me better at noting and using installed muscle memory."
"Then maybe I should be taking all the credit for your apparent talent. But either way, I'm very glad you like them so much."
"Probably not that many of them - the Valar could probably do something like this but we don't actually have any winged Elves flying about - we tend pretty conservative for the most part."