Okay. Um, I'll try to imagine I'm meeting a benign noble dragon or something, that may be the closest approximation.
...Do you think we can get my boots off Miriel without waking her up? I don't walk very well without them.
Brr. Okay. Friendly noble dragon. That copper in the swamplands maybe, she's supposed to be nice, not like Embries, friendly noble dragon.
Just to be really safe she drops to her knees like with Aulë.
Um, thank you, she says, without trying to educate the Vala on gender neutral terminology or cosmopolitan living arrangements even slightly because no.
What kind of loaded weirdo god question is that - It seems nice here and I don't know how I'd get home if I wanted to.
It seems really nice here and my home world is pretty terrible and I don't know where else I'd go.
I - um - I like that it's a science fantasy world and the royalty isn't entitled to hurt anybody and that everybody's used to talking telepathically so I could get by before learning the language and um that there aren't the kind of gods and stuff we have at home because they're dangerous and [and what did I do that you're trying to kick me out?!] and that I can be useful here even though it's already really nice.
I - I don't know if I understand what you mean? Is this the kind of story that ends with a "voluntary" species change that was never discussed in so many words, is this the kind of story where they learn to fly to "planets" that act more like other planes and she can't go because she joined the "land" -