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.
"They're the most amazing thing," she gushes, clasping her hands together.
"They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and--did Idaia tell you my major?"
"I'm double majoring in art and art history so you know I've seen beautiful things."
"Right, that. Valinor in general is all pretty all the time but the Silmarils were definitely exceptional."
"I've done paintings of Valinor, based on Idaia's illusions, if you want to see them."
"I can sorta get around without them, but I fall over a lot and going any faster than a sedate walk is out of the question."
"The same enchantment is also sold as gloves, but that'd be less convenient to have on literally all the time."
"I don't think it has to be boot length but I do think it has to be fairly enclosing or I'd remember seeing bracelets - or - no, I have seen bracelets, they were stupidly expensive but they're a thing, so you could probably do a pair of sandals if you wanted."
"Maybe! I don't know exactly what I want, yet, and if I decide I want something harder than you want to do I'm going to eventually enchant my own."
"Cool. I'll work up a practice trajectory that should get you to there sooner than later."
"I think I want to focus in general on enchanting things over other applications of magic but who knows?"