She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
" - the gods on this plane got frustrated with how people'd get all upset when they died when their time was up, so they invented aging. Life gets steadily more unpleasant and the body steadily less good at functioning, until you die."
" - lots of different places? The god who advises and guides this country is Abadar and he's in Aktun but he's not the one who did aging. I think that was mostly Pharasma."
"The Boneyard. I don't actually know more specifically than that. You are not allowed to, uh, just go visit her."
"I'm envisioning a multi-step process, so I suppose the first several steps can be arranging that in some way."
"Well, the pharaoh wants you, the pharaoh is Abadar's conduit on this world, that's probably your first step. But you should tell me more about your society, first. How many species? How many languages that aren't mutually intelligible? How many languages that are distinct to a listener?"
"Three incarnate species - Quendi, orcs, and Dwarves - plus our gods, the Valar, and Maiar who are smaller versions of them; and I suppose you could if you were even more generous with the word 'species' call Eru a species." And she has Fëanáro's figures to give him for the latter questions.
Bounce bounce. "I can't ask you about the languages while you have the translation spell up but it shouldn't last that long - or even better, when you're done talking with the pharaoh you can get it dispelled -"
"All right." Where is the pharaoh, anyway, they haven't been waiting all that long but if he weren't in any sort of hurry she sort of would have expected to have been offered a glass of water or something. Oh well. She waits kneeling like she used to do for the Valar.
The pharaoh walks in.
Prince Fe-Anar kneels like her.
The attendants kneel further, press their faces against the tile floor.
...she looks at the attendants, shrugs minutely, bends over the rest of the way.
"But of course my father got here first," he says. "You can look at me." And to his father "What were you asking her about?"
"I very well might! Something sent her here to me and given the power necessary involved I'm disinclined to call it coincidence."
"When you are done I would be grateful if you'd arrange for the language spell to be dispelled."
"We'll keep that in mind." He sounds very faintly amused. He turns back to Mirelótë.
"Do sit comfortably. Do you have any guesses about why you might've been sent here, if you were sent here intentionally?"
She sits back. "Only if it was in fact Eru, who is my top guess but without my knowing much about the gods you have here. If it was him he thinks it will do something... entertaining... which is probably bad but not necessarily unsalvageable."
"Eru created our universe, and the Valar and Maiar, and the Quendi - the other two incarnate species were Vala-designed. He was omnipotent but has been handing off his power to the Valar in installments for some time now, though he's still more powerful than they are."
"Huh. We've heard of none of those, and the competing stories of the creation of this plane always feature at least two gods."
"I don't currently have a reliable way to distinguish between the hypotheses that you're from a completely different dimension Eru didn't make, or that you're a project of his he's been hiding."
"We'd be interested in helping you figure that out, if there's a reliable way to do it. We would be surprised to be a project of Eru's; Abadar ought to know."
"The Valar were not fully apprised from the beginning about Eru's details."
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