This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
Well, I could do something for you with magic or you could learn some or I could make you a magic item, in ascending order of how long these things will take.
Tomorrow I expect to have some of the simpler spells in scroll form and you can learn those.
Magic. People sometimes ride horses but most people don't have their own or anything.
Car! It's not an especially fancy car or anything but it's a car. It has enough room for all the relevant people in it.
Okay, Daphne says as she pulls out of the parking lot. Preferences? There's a lot of stores fairly close together but it's best to know where to start.
When I'm not wearing whatever people in Valinor thought would look nice on me I'm very jeans-and-T-shirts, I mostly don't care though.
No, but I'm coming along anyway, aren't I, and I do like dressing me up. And maybe you'll find something sentimentally significant! Idaia found this thing, once, red corset with a short skirt attached, buttons up the front with silver eight-pointed stars. Wears it with a long white skirt underneath and a white jacket on top.
Maybe. I had a lamp shaped like a tree in my apartment, I'm not immune to sentiment.
Makes sense. I'm not sure there's a reason for him to have that when he's, you know, a child.