They think that'd be really cool!

Then Leareth can show them a mage-light in the palm of his hand, and an illusion that makes ones of the plates appear to vanish, and a little force-barrier that they can poke at. 

They think that's really neat! It's the kind of thing that would be very hard to do with their magic, as far as they know, though none of them have really studied it. Wilinde thinks that it might help with getting through to the King, having magic, even though you wouldn't necessarily expect magic to be related to Kinging.

Leareth agrees that this is plausible, and there's an argument that Kings should pay more attention to requests on their time from people who might be able to help them in unusual ways, such as with magic from another world. 

...He is, at this point, fairly convinced that this family in particular is the opposite of a threat, and also generous enough that they would forgive him for listening in on their surface thoughts (though he hasn't been bothering to do it much for the last few minutes). That being said, he does have the concern that this an advantage an enemy god might not be able to predict, he's not sure how it'll be an advantage yet and probably he could trust the family to keep it secret if he asked but he's not sure of that. So...he's not going to bring it up, at least not until he has an audience with the King and some better idea what in all hells is going on. He'll try to avoid looking at the private thoughts. 

:Does your world have sources of magical energy that can be drawn upon?: he asks. :Many of my larger and flashier forms of magic are not feasible without that: 

I - don't think so, not really? Unless the gods and smallgods are sources of magical energy. They seem like the sort of things that might be.

:Then perhaps if I do speak to your King later, and he requests magical help, I can ask him then. Though I think I do not want to depart before the–: morning, he was about to say, but they don't even have a sun. :Do you have day and night, here? When is the usual time to sleep?: 

People mostly sleep at Laurelin's height, because it's hottest. it's about to be the Mingling - when you can see the light of both of the Trees - and then it'll be Telperion's hours, which are softer and when you want to be out in the fields or so forth.

:That makes sense. Unfortunately, I am used to shorter days: not to mention still drained from an accidentally-universe-hopping Gate, :and I expect I will need to sleep before Laurelin's light returns: 

Of course! Do humans sleep on beds - we can make ours up for you - 

:We do, yes, and that would be very generous of you: 

While Wilinde bustles around doing that the color of the light changes. If you squint at the horizon you can now see distinct gold and silver beams of light, but if you look up at the sky it's a dazzling white with hints of purple streaked through it. The statues start spraying water over the fields, in a fine mist that makes the field appear to shimmer with rainbows. 

...It's pretty, but it's also really quite painful to look at. Leareth squints for a bit and then attempts a tinted translucent mage-barrier in front of his face. It helps a bit. :I think your eyes must be stronger than mine: 

- can you not borrow mine?

Huh. From the sound of it, it's a very commonplace offer.

:...You would not mind?: he sends. :I think your customs are different from ours. In my world, this would be a very - intimate - thing to do. And my Mindspeech works differently, I think. If you do not object, however, I might try it: 

You're very welcome to. 

Then Leareth will try sliding into Wilinde's mind, looking for the thread of sense-information. 

Wilinde is trying the mental equivalent of shoving it at him, since apparently his magic is different.

Quendi eyes are, in fact, better. A lot better. The slight traces of purple are now obviously some color beyond purple that his eyes can't see, swirling across the sky; the ground is alight without being distractingly bright, and he can see for miles and miles. In the direction of the Trees there's a white stone city on a hill, and if Wilinde squints he can see the carvings on its walls. 

:Your eyes are in fact better: he confirms. :And your world is even more beautiful seen through them than through my own. Is that city Tirion?: 

On the hill? Yes.

:How far is it?: 

About thirty miles from here.

Not terribly far, then, but more than a day's walk. :Are there methods of transport that are faster than walking?: he asks. 

We don't have a horse personally but some of the neighbors do?

:Would it be much hardship for them if I asked to borrow a horse tomorrow?: 

I wouldn't expect so! Someone might be using their horse for something important but it's awfully unlikely that all of them are.