Maenik visits the southern fishing village.
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Meanwhile, the child has gathered enough courage to creep forward and try poking the illusion.

"Manipulha eg!" he exclaims. "Esagremak sodre eg, pok manipulha eg."

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Ðani clicks, and then gently pulls the child away from the illusion. She says something, and he settles down crosslegged, watching the illusion.

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She smiles at the child but otherwise doesn't respond she doesn't know those words. There are a lot of words and bits of grammar floating around now though. She takes a few moments to form a memory bubble and store some associations and notes... she probably should have done this earlier because she isn't quite sure she's remembering everything right.

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Genilha takes the moment of distraction to go pull some stalks from the garden. They're long, somewhat woody, with a dense green flower on the end.

"Omat pi," he comments, putting the end of one in his mouth and biting it off. After chewing for a moment, he holds out a stalk toward her and asks "Gu omat do?"

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They're asking her if she'll eat the stalk? Or maybe they're asking if she eats in general? She uses a bit of magic invisible to the villagers to check if the stalk is an intoxicant or otherwise something that she might have reason not to eat.

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It's not. It's an unfamiliar form of domestic brassica.

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The she'll smile take the stalk and say "Omat pi," before chewing on it herself. After a little chewing she'll swallow and then ask, "Gu banak molh eg?"

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Genilha smiles back.

"Banak kalhornaðor eg," he replies.

He says something to the kid, who jumps up and runs into one of the buildings on the far side of the clear area next to the garden.

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He returns a moment later with four rolls of bread in his hands, which he distributes to everyone. The bread has cheese, herbs, and vegetables — including a lot of kalhornaðor — mixed into the dough and baked, so even the relatively small rolls are filling.

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While Daskal fetches that, Ðani fetches some clay cups and a bucket of water from the lake.

"Taneg pi," she explains, filling a cup and taking a sip. "Gu taneg do?" she asks, looking questioningly at Maenik.

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That's more than a snack. Should she accept? It probably won't hurt, if this was a substantial commitment for them the food probably wouldn't have been available so quickly. She'll eat it slowly though. "Taneg pi." Water seems abundant and it's more of a hassle for her to operate without drinking than without eating.

She'll use a bit of magic to check what's in the water. How clean is it?

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It's cleaner than she might fear. It's pre-industrial, no microplastics or similar pollution. And there's relatively little suspended particulate matter — the lake here is deep and clear. There is a noticeable amont of dissolved limestone, and a normal amount of bacteria for being scooped directly out of a lake.

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Her body can handle that without issue, her protections will automatically sterilize the bacteria just as they sterilize any bacteria or viruses entering or exiting her body through the air.

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Then the villagers can remain blissfully unenlightened about germ theory, and they can enjoy a shared light lunch.

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Once things are fetched, the villagers mostly sit to eat. Penþa remains leaning against the fence.

Ðani eats her bread with one hand and sketches in the dirt with the other. With a bit of squinting, Maenik might recognize it as a rough map of the area. Ðani has to lean a bit to complete the whole lake, such is the scale. She marks one point on the bank that corresponds to the village, and then marks another point on the opposite bank.

When she's finished with the drawing, she leans back and briefly confers with Genilha.

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Maenik will sit down to eat. When she notices the map she reaches over to touch her illusion and shifts it to an image she took while looking down from above. 

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Ðani perks up at that.

"Osaktaniferamur," she remarks, pointing at the village in the illusion. Then she points all around them. "Osaktaniferamur."

She points out across the lake. "Besomurer."

"Rumasak pi Osaktaniferamur," she says. "Rumasak Genilha Osaktaniferamur," she continues, gesturing to Genilha. "Gu rumasak Genilha Besomurer? Karum. Rumasak Genilha Osaktaniferamur."

She turns back to Maenik. "Gu rumasak do molh?" she asks, gesturing at the illusion.

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At first she thought Osaktaniferamur might be settlemt but now it seems fairly clear that it's this specific settlement. By context that suggests Besomurer is a specific body of water. The first use of Rumasak could just be where something is but give that she's being asked a question that suggests it's about where she came from. That isn't really something she can answer with their shared vocabulary. "Karum." She gestures at the whole illusion.

Then she'll draw a line of her path along the illusion from the beach where she met Ðani back into the middle of the lake where she entered and then moved her finger up, indicating she was in flying. Following from there she'll make a second illusion of her floating in the air before shifting to an approximation of where she was before. A small garden with unfamiliar plants and a few people.

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Everyone reflects quietly on that for a moment. Then Ðani and the others confer.

Ðani and Daskal get into a brief contest of wills, before she rolls her eyes and leaves to fetch something else.

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Daskal asks Genilha a question.

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"Lhamak 'du-floating'," he responds, the foreign word sticking out. Then he continues with a longer utterance that Maenik can't follow.

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"Floating Maenik do," Daskal says, addressing her. "Pav floating Maenik Daskal?" he asks, gesturing to himself.

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Genilha interposes a hand between them.

"Daskal," he says, pointing at the boy. "Daskal, pav taneg."

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He sips some water.

"Genilha, pav taneg."

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Genilha sips some water as well.

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