And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
Yeah, there's a reason he lives by himself in the middle of nowhere. And why he has to be careful where in Fairyland he shows his face.
But there are plenty of places in Fairyland where he can show his face, and it is to a gate to one of these that he brings Riya a bit more than a week later.
"You might want to stare at that from the other side, so that we'll be where we want to be when it closes," Kanimir comments, stepping through.
Well, the plants: grow in ways more convenient for...someone...(the magic in the plants is very decidedly connected to a person not present) but in a way determined to maintain a "wild grasslands and forest" aesthetic. The land is likewise connected to a (probably the same) person, but in an almost opposite manner; it strengthens and supports them. Those ungulates over there are unnaturally long-lived and have healing magic, mostly but not entirely concentrated in their horns.
The ungulates are pretty and their magic is interesting. She pokes at its reflection in her selfspace.
These are basically horses! They had magic done to them a long, long time ago, many generations ago in fact, and now they are extremely magic themselves. The healing and the longevity are separate things, although if she tries to copy the former she may be hampered by the lack of a horn to put it in.
Not if she doesn't copy it exactly...
She fiddles with a unicorn's reflection, makes a mess of it, starts over with a different unicorn, isolates something she's willing to take, realizes she could do even better than that, waits for a third unicorn to wander into her range, and finally pulls together what she wants: combining the touch-healing ability with the lingering remnants of the lifespan-lengthening effect to get the property of healing-and-extending-lifespan at a touch. It doesn't come through nearly as powerfully as the original, though. The first unicorn wanders back into range, refreshing its reflection, and she tries again to see if she can do it better.
By this point she has spent quite an inordinate amount of time gazing distantly at unicorns.
Well, that sort of thing is literally what they're there for.
It's not long before the unicorns' caretaker wanders into range.
He has something that's a lot like the unicorns' lifespan magic, except instead of giving him "some lifespan" it gives him all of the lifespan. This Is Not a person who's going to die of old age. He also has a property that makes food that he meaningfully gives to someone tastier and a property that allows him to alter the colors of things and something that's like the implied other end of the magic on the plants but weaker.
Riya abandons her work on the unicorn and starts trying to isolate this person's lifespan property instead. It goes much quicker; she doesn't need to fuss with it nearly as much.
Taking parts of things is easier than taking whole things. There, now she has it. Without the pointy ears part.
This world has so many more magic things than hers, with so much more useful properties.
...She stares at the bird. Someone made that bird?
"Why did someone make that bird?" she asks Kanimir.
"I believe that bird is called a Lesser Phoenix. I wasn't aware they were artificial."
"The magic is... I don't know. Maybe magic just grows like that sometimes. But it looks made to me. And I don't know why anyone would make that bird."
On the other hand, fire resistance sounds useful... She pulls apart the reflection to see how much of that property she can take. It comes away much more nicely than the unicorns. Unicorns are tricky.