May falls asleep in the auditorium watching various school awards be distributed to their recipients, backpack on and head lolling.
Which means she has no idea how she wound up here and is extremely startled when she wakes up due to sudden lack of chair.
Indilzar and Aglaril will be absolutely fascinated. Aglaril wants May to name more things; occasionally she'll have her stop until she can replicate her pronunciation to her satisfaction.
Indilzar is starting to look very concerned. "Quenya and Sindarin are - like, yes? Adûnaiyâ and Taliska are like? English is not like."
"English is not related to any languages I know." Aglaril mutters something incomprehensible. "May, where is Canada?"
She sketches a little map of the Americas, approximates the US-Canada border. Writes "CANADA".
"I think very far away," she says.
There is a map somewhere in Aglaril's office, and eventually they'll even manage to find it. It looks like this.
Indilzar points to the little island at the bottom left. "Here. Númenorë. Anadûnê."
She draws in Europe and Asia and Africa and Australia and associated islands she happens to recall and labels things she can remember.
"Not there," she says, pointing at the map.
"Not now, if you don't want, the King is very busy, and you are - hungry, tired? yes?"
"There is, how do you say, a large room with food? For students? And rooms for students sleeping, also."
The cafeteria has a limited number of dining options at this hour, but most of them seem appetizing. Indilzar isn't eating, but he pours himself a cup of coffee so thick his spoon practically stand up in it. "You must have questions."
"Not to my knowledge. It's not unheard of, but those people usually turn out to be Maiar."
"Maia, singular. They are - powers? Small powers. I'm not sure I have the words for this."
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