"It isn't. You should take as long as you need." He looks faintly puzzled, though.

She kind of wants to ask about the apparent puzzlement and kind of wants to avoid saying anything else probably annoying or upsetting or offensive.

"Cool. ...I kind of want to try actually learning a musical instrument, are there any that don't require decades of practice before you become passable?"

"...I am sure there are but Elven musical traditions wouldn't really have, uh, prioritized finding them. Maybe we could ask the humans on Endorë."

"Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's fine, it's not a priority or anything, just thought it might be a good change of pace for a bit. We mostly have, like, drums. And sometimes other things. My sister made a stringed instrument with rubber bands and a box one time. It was cool, but it wasn't - really wasn't much like the music you have here." She waves her hand vaguely. "Anyway. It'd be cool to see what the humans on Endorë have done, but I was mostly just curious. Maybe we should just call it a night."

"We have virtual reality games, if you'd like to try one of those. They're fun. Very relaxing."

"Oh, that sounds, uh, interesting?" She was pretty set on going to bed and beating herself up for most of this conversation for a good twenty minutes, but she supposes she isn't completely married to that plan. "What kind of games?"

"Uh, all kinds? Lots of them are just walking around exploring places. There are ones that let you fish? Or hunt? Or race flying carpets?"

She stares blankly. "Those are... games?"

She has the word game, of course, she taught it to them, but games are competitive recreational activities between multiple different participants. They have word games and observational games and clapping games - even a strategy game played on a board with squares, though the game pieces are usually random objects, scraps of packaging or cups or broken pieces of tools. She supposes you could make hunting into a game (though she has only the vaguest possible notion of what hunting actually entails), but exploration doesn't sound like a game.

But Elves don't forget the meanings of words, as far as she can tell, and she's said enough dumb things in this particular conversation, so she's really not very eager to double-check that Ettelië understands what a game is.

"- yes, that's what we call them."

"I am not super clear on what the thing being described is, but I guess trying one is probably the simplest way to solve that?"

"It sounds like it!"

"Cool. Uh, I don't know what the thing is, so - pick your favorite, I guess?"

"Okay! We use our chips for the interface but Dwarves thought this was cool, they worked with us on versions that don't need that, let me set things up." 

"OK!"

It takes him a while to figure out exactly how the setup works for people who don't have a chip, but eventually he finds them a room - small, for a room Elves use for anything - and hands her a helmet. "Try this one."

She accepts the helmet and puts it on, since that seems like the thing to do with it.

With the helmet on it looks like she's standing in a vast, expansive desert full of tall red rock formations. If she looks behind her, it's all desert in that direction, too. ...also she has wings. She's not holding her arms like she has wings, and they're the kind of wings that attach to your arms, so they appear to be squished against her a little awkwardly. They're blue and gold and feathery. 

Ettelië is still standing next to her. He has wings too. His are far more elaborate - bigger, more colorful, glowing slightly, more intricately patterned. He's holding his arms like he's more accustomed to temporarily having wings.

She's only seen winged creatures a handful of times - there were birds on earth, and though she never got a good look at them with their wings unfurled, she does recognize them for what they are. She's never seen a desert at all, and if she hadn't spent so much time thinking about Etra La in the past month, she's pretty sure she'd have had to grope around in the dark for a bit to even remember the word. 

"Wow," she says quietly, because she's not actually sure she has enough words to respond to this and she's not super sure she should try right now.

"There's a setting where it takes a realistic amount of effort to fly but it's actually very frustrating. Most people play with this setting, which makes it easy -" he spreads his wings, flaps them, and appears from her perspective to suddenly climb a little ways into the air. He turns around and lands again.

This is much easier to think about than the fact that whatever they're doing right now has whole biomes in it that she's only ever heard about. She moves her arms to mirror him. "How do I - I've navigated in three dimensions before but I've never had wings - "

If she flaps her arms then her field of vision will jump like she's swooped a few feet into the air. Her feet are still on the ground, but it's surprisingly convincing. If she stops flapping she'll drift back down. "I'm afraid I don't really know how to teach it - you can just try things, this zone doesn't have any hazards built in..."

She experimentally flaps her arms and swoops into the air a few times, until she's confident that she has the basic motion down. It's not hard, given that it's supposed to be easy even for people who don't spend their days doing something that could almost be flying. It's almost familiar.

"We're - we're still in the room, right, it's a display?"

"Yeah. You don't want to move your feet too much, but if you lean forward it'll treat that as walking - see -"

She tests this. Forward, backward, sideways, up. She sort of wants to move her feet, she's used to doing similar things in real life, but after a few test motions she thinks she has the hang of it. As soon as she does, she soars off over the rock formations, laughing.

Ettelië looks so pleased about that! "There're air currents - if you get enough altitude they'll be sort of outlined in silver - that carry you faster -"