She looks up. She blinks at the two women.
"Excuse me," she says politely, "where am I, please?"
"I'm seven," says the little girl. "And I'm not frightened at all. Where is Elcenia? Is it a city or a country or a planet or something else?"
"I'm Matilda," she says. "It's nice to meet you both. Why did you bring me here?"
"I don't know what I'm comparing it to," she points out. "What sort of world are you from? Yours seems to have a lot of magic."
"A lot of people think there isn't any at all. That's how little there is."
"I can do this," she says, and she closes her book and puts it on the floor in front of her and looks at it with great concentration. It lifts a few inches into the air and then settles down again.
"What's sorcery? Is it a kind of magic you have in this world? Is it different from wizardry?"
"It might not be. I haven't been doing it for very long; I'm not sure yet," she says. "What can wizards do, besides bring people from different worlds?"
"That's neat!" she says, beaming. "Could I learn to be a wizard?"
"Aww," she sighs. "Is there any magic in your world I could learn?"
"We have shampoo in my world but it is not magical," says Matilda.
"Oh, well. Why are you looking for interesting worlds? Do you want to learn magic from them? That would make sense."