Yeah. - I don't think you have enough mana that we could pool it to jump again -

- you can try -

She taps him, but - No.

Metal thing arcs gracefully in and lands a dozen feet in front of them.

The person who steps out is definitely an Elf. And - "hi, are you guys okay?" she says in a language that is definitely Quenya.

...that's weird. She shrinks a little.

"Hi. Yes, we're fine. Sorry if we - interrupted you -"

          "You looked kind of terrified and I couldn't ping you. You should probably have more water if you're camping out here this time of year. Ercassë, nice to meet you -"

"Uh, Sérono. If you happen to have water we'd appreciate it but we were actually going to leave at Mingling anyway."

         She looks vaguely confused. "You have a ride scheduled?"

"...yes?"

She looks like an Elf. Bella is not sure why she does not read exactly like an Elf.

           "Okay. You sure you don't want a ride in now?"

"Where are you going?"

          "South Falls, but I don't mind swinging up to Quenyava if you need the airport, I don't have flight clearance north of that."

"That's kind of you, but we don't need the airport."

          She's frowning. "Where are the kid's parents?"

"I'm on vacation but they had to stay in the city."

"Which city?"

"...Quenyava?"

"...ah-huh."

Is Bella's hair over her ears no it is not and it's braided too tight for her to move it and make it look like the wind.

"Why don't you come in, I'll call a bigger plane."

She has a nonnative accent. She keeps her mouth shut.

Calling a bigger plane doesn't seem to involve any visible outcomes. "I didn't catch your names?" she says to Bella and Fëanáro.

"Uh. Náro."

"- Mariel."

"Okay! How'd you find the hiking?"

"I didn't like it. Too slow."

"It must've taken you a couple weeks to get all the way out here."

"I wanted to get some sketches."

"Have you been to Lórien? My wife's a photographer and she stops by there all the time."

...nod.

What's a photographer, he barely resists asking.