The gravity is heavy, the sun is singular, the plants are indigo and black.
Also, she got here via the mouth of a spotaneously appearing snake-monster, which would all by itself be suggestive that she might not be in Valimar any longer.
"Hello?" Mirelótë calls.
"She says there are likely to be people who will want to teleport things, what's your cargo limit?"
Greek Greek Greek. "She says that's less useful but will still probably earn you a living if you can do it once or twice a day and have an advertisement out."
"I will probably stay in this hotel for at least a few days before I find somewhere else to stay."
It's a little island some eighty feet across long ways in the middle of a river. It has Earth-looking plants on it, though they don't look cultivated.
It takes him some hiking to get there because his accuracy is shit. When he lands he flops on the ground and stares at the sky.
He can figure out how to duplicate food, eventually, it's not that hard, just because he couldn't learn in school doesn't mean he can't, and then he'll be fine. And eventually he'll know how dangerous the critters really are, and he'll be able to go explore more. It's fine. He hasn't actually lost anything by replacing one set of terrible people with another set of terrible people. Everything is entirely fine.
He is not motivated to start practicing duplication spells, though.
He lies there for a day.
The sun moves across the sky in a bit less than an Earth day. The stars come out. The water burbles around the island.
The stars turn slowly in the sky, and eventually the sky brightens with the new day.
Mope. Sleep.
If he can't figure out how to duplicate things he can divert a little bit of the water to run through a garden when water levels are unusually high and not otherwise, and figure out how unusually high they'll need to be to water the plants as often as they should be watered, and he can have a little garden, and he can supplement his diet of kittens. People who eat only rabbits die of a strange sort of starvation and it seems likely that this also applies to people who eat only kittens. Kittens and potatoes and greens? Well he can try it and see if it feels like he's starving.
Maybe there are wizards here who'll come and arrest him for doing magic errands for the locals. He doesn't remember what they do to you for that in Greece and it's not even clear it'd apply. He can't think how to check. Do some fireworks and see if anyone drops by to give him a lecture?
If he needs to wear these clothes to be acceptable in the city he shouldn't wear them outside of it; better to keep them in a box or something and change whenever he needs to visit. He'll go back, pick up his, figure out whether you can skin an okzo for when he needs replacements. The box, unlike the rest of these plans, is something he can start on now. He leaves his island to look for good sources of wood.
There are trees, which are made of wood!
Yay. He makes the first furnishing for his island; it's a tall wooden post that can hold its contents well off the ground, in case his island floods. He makes a box. He experiments for a while with spells for sealing wood. He doesn't have something he's satisfied with until noon.
He's in a better mood. He goes back for his clothes.
They're not in his hotel room any more; the room has been tidied up and there's a suitcase on its bed.
Somebody else's stuff - pretty clothes, mostly.
She's not there, but a staffperson recognizes him and smiles and says, "Mirelótë?"
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