Elves, dwarves, and humans once walked this land and built on it. For the past eight hundred years, no sapient being has disturbed the ruins.
"How do you talk to people who are not on this?" She gestures at the boat.
"I can't. How do you do it with your magic? Can you show me?" He seems very excited by this prospect.
She's not great at drawing but when she gets the idea of what he means she holds out her hands and appears images of two kinds of flowers on her palms, repigmenting the basic shape in quickly and then adding detail. A blue one, a bit like a daffodil, and a green one that looks like some sort of lily.
He's very impressed by this medium, but says, "Pinehedge doesn't have those flowers. Does Mechuria have those flowers?"
"Mechuria is that?" She points at the ruined continent. "It doesn't have those flowers."
Ten turns excitedly to the other two. "A different civilization with a third kind of magic!" Then to Cayra "Can you take us back to your people? We can help you look for them."
"I was trying to find how I got here. It was up. I did not find it today."
He frowns. "Up? We can't--wings." he points at his back and mimes wings with his hands. "Can you do wings for us?"
Tem looks disappointed; the other two look relieved. "We're going to Mechuria to look for magic," he says.
"Oh. There is some, I think. I don't know what kind of magic made it."
"You ought to manage it, you have enough of them in that museum your parents call a house."
"We're going to look until we find things or don't have any more food, and bring back anything we find to Pinehedge."