"You could. Or someone could take you there, it's much faster by sea."

"A ride would be lovely."

"Do you know when you'd like to leave?"

"Whenever is convenient is fine."

"I'll ask who'd like to take you to Southport. I'm sure it won't take more than a few days to arrange."

"That will be lovely, thank you."

"Getting from Southport to Skygarden may be a little harder, but I'm sure you can find something you're willing to sell to someone."

"I don't need all of my jewelry."

"Give up one or two of those to the right buyer," she says, nodding at Ambela's rings, "and you'll have not only passage to Skygarden but enough left over to buy a house when you get there. The right buyer might be more trouble than they're worth to find, though. I don't deal in that sort of thing often enough to know."

"Well, I can look for someone who sells jewelry - how much are you imagining, I don't know this currency and a ballpark figure would be useful."

She guesses a range between one largish number and another, much bigger number. "On the low end you might have trouble affording the house."

"If I cannot afford a house perhaps I will sleep in a tree. Thank you."

She laughs. "Welcome."

And now it has been too long since she sang. She sits outside and sings.

...she may attract a bit of a crowd, doing that.

Oh! Well, all right, they're welcome.

It seems like she may be a top contender for the most amazing thing any of them has ever heard.

Goodness. Well, she can sing all day.

Eventually many of them have to do things other than listen to her sing. Reluctantly.

It's a pity she can't leave them a recording.

Isn't it just?

No one comes up with magical recording mechanisms. When evening arrives, Kioh brings her dinner and tells her that Grandmama says that if she sings like that she should have no trouble making money.

"All right, maybe I'll keep the jewelry. I'm not very good for an Elf."

"If that's not very good, what does good sound like?" he asks incredulously.

"I can't show you! I don't have a player!"

"I can't imagine it." He shakes his head. "Anyway, Mama can take you to Southport tomorrow morning."