She would love to stay here and learn the language.

In that case, Viasarae is happy to welcome her to the village!

And teach her words?

Certainly! She seems delighted and fascinated by how quickly Ambela picks up the language.

Oh good.

Water, wood, clouds, sea, house, door, roof, chair, human...

She takes the opportunity to ask if Ambela is a human or is instead some other thing.

"I am an Elf."

"And what is an Elf?"

"We are a kind of person from Endorë and Valinor."

"...Endorë?"

"Another planet."

"Where did all these planets come from?" she mutters, half to herself. "Was one flying city not enough?"

"Planets are like what we are standing on that the flying city flies over. There are many. Most have no one there."

"What magic do they have there? Is it the same as ours?" she asks, and then takes a brief vocabulary detour to explain that magic is the thing she is doing when she makes water appear from thin air or manipulates it once it exists, or when Kioh lights a bit of paper on fire by pointing at it, or when the farmers in the village upriver make plants grow more vigorously than they otherwise would have, or when the Emperor builds a flying city.

"Elves have no magic. There are people called Maiar and Valar who have magic, but not like yours."

"No magic at all?" she says, amazed. "Poor things, how do you get by?"

"The Maiar and Valar help, and we have made many things that are not magic that I think are more helpful than your not-magic things."

"Hmm," she says. "Well, as long as it works for you. What are the Maiar and Valar like?"

"They are very different. They want to be good but had to learn how."

"Very different from what?"

"From all the other kinds of people. There are Elves and Dwarves and orcs on Endorë."

"There are only humans here." And, wryly, "Must be nice, having all the people with magic want to be good."

"Oh?"

"I like it here. But, well, the Emperor is the Emperor."

"We have kings in Valinor who are the three who led our people there from Endorë. They are good."