Is this now or later -?

“Soon? Um, we don’t have food there yet but I don’t know that it makes sense for me to come back in a candlemark to get you. Although I can do that if you prefer.”

I can come now if that's convenient.

Vanyels nods and fidgets some more and waits for her at the door. 

She gets up and goes over.

Vanyel smiles and then ducks his head and leads her back out through the door. More gravel path. There's an ornamental fountain and a statue of a man. Off in the distance is a wide green meadow; there are more of the white horses in it, and a cluster of white foals playing. There's a grove of trees at the end of the field, and a belltower beside it. 

"Um, this way," he says, leading her up to a much newer-looking building in a slightly different but still vaguely-medieval style. He stops at a particular door, but doesn't knock; his eyes just go unfocused and then, seconds later, a silver-haired woman also dressed in white opens the door. 

"Welcome," she says. "I'm Herald-Mage Savil. Vanyel's aunt. I hear you're a newcomer to Valdemar – to our entire world, actually?" She holds the door wide for both of them, and smiles crookedly. "I hope you're not finding it too much of a letdown." 

Um, the one I was living in most recently is a hard act to follow but the people have been hospitable here.

"Glad to hear it. You've spoken with Tran and Lancir, no? Poor Lance probably wishes we'd stop throwing hospitality duty on him, the gods know he's got enough on his plate." Savil ushers her toward a sitting area. "Table or sofa, your choice." The table is tiny – Savil's suite has two doors leading off it, presumably bedrooms, but the main area is even more cramped than Bella's guest room. 

Not waiting for an answer, Savil heads over to a sort of sideboard-table along the wall. "Care for a drink? Wine, water, tea? I was about to call for supper but once Van Mindspoke me, I thought I'd wait to ask what foods you like." 

I'm not picky but don't like alcohol unless it's cooked off in something. She takes water.

Savil pours wine for Vanyel and herself, and then takes the large overstuffed armchair opposite the sofa. "So. Hard act to follow, you say? What was it like? Different magic from ours and everything?" 

Yes. Magic music and magic jewelry. I'm not a good enough singer for reliable effects and would have needed to belong to their species for the jewelry. This isn't the only reason she isn't going to try it but it'll do. It was beautiful there. I can show you if you want.

"Oh, can you? How?"

(Vanyel is giving her an equally baffled look.) 

My telepathy can do pictures.

"Hmm!" Savil shares an impressed look with Vanyel. "Yes, then, I'm sure we'd like to see." 

She shows them the city of Tirion at Telperion's peak, silver light limning graceful buildings each crowing about a different architectural inspiration, the palace rising above them all with impossible columns lifting impossible arches, Elves going to and fro in clothes like hers with faces prettier than seems fair, the parks and planters full of strange plants in flower or fruit.

There are appropriate oohs and ahhs. 

At some point, Vanyel gets a weird expression, Savil catches his eye, and he goes and curls up at her feet with his head on her knee. Neither of them says anything to interrupt, though, until she's done. 

"It's beautiful," he breathes. "The people there look different from you?" 

They're Elves. That's who lives there, there weren't any humans besides me. Are you okay?

He gives her a blank look. "I'm fine. Um, is there magic or something that makes the arches work? They don't look like they should." 

When the Elves wanted an effect they didn't know how to achieve by engineering they'd sometimes get their gods to prop things up.

Savil laughs. "I'd say that's cheating, but our entire Kingdom is based on a similar principle so I can't. Interesting. What else did the gods get up to?" 

I'm not a very unbiased source on that right now.

They kicked me out.

"How rude." 

Vanyel scrambles up. "That's horrible! Why?" He freezes. "I, um, you don't have to answer that." 

Things there are very - slow - and they didn't like me doing things at, uh, human speed. They couldn't keep up.