It seems like they wouldn't have a lot of statistics on dragons, them being new at this. However, insurance being more expensive in future if she makes a mistake is a good motivator. Many dragons care a lot about their reputations with the spirits and animals, and 'a good insured' is a fairly obvious extension of that.

Good to know! And yes, their expectations are obviously less precise about dragons than about some things but they are still willing to insure her and she'll get a discount for wearing the personal-space object since that was an expected source of risk.

She buys some insurance. Is that everything that needs to be taken care of before she can go visiting?

Yup! She can hop over to the chosen world's Falas at her leisure. She will fit in the cargo-zone of a conventional bus, though not the bus itself (people transporting large things leave their suitcases in a designated area near the bus and the teleporter brings them along).

Can she pay extra to be teleported directly. She does NOT want to navigate a crowded bus station and be cramped into a metal box if it is avoidable.

Yes, she can hire a direct courier for lots more than a bus ticket but within her means.

It's definitely worth it. She'll just have to make more things to sell, later.

(Thank you for all the help, Yavemar.)

Yavemar is happy to have helped!

The courier arrives and totes her to the Falas.

Warden will just hang out and look around at first, take everything in.

Elf cities are beautiful and full of singing! At the moment everyone in earshot is coordinating on twelve-part harmony for a lovely wordless chorale.

There's a beautiful order to this place, crafted with care by many hands into a cohesive whole. Though the Onesong is flatter, somehow, here, that hardly takes away from it all. This feels important, like a spiritually significant event somehow. The song is saying something like... Many voices who don't know each other, but who all agree that there should be beauty, and come together to create it in wordless agreement.

She finds a place where she's not blocking anything as far as she can tell and folds up her wings and half-sits on them and curls her tail around her front and just listens with eyes closed for a long time, trying to follow the music and and the flow of people and intentions through the streets, headfeathers and tailtip swaying slightly.

People look at her, not for very long for fear of being rude, but acknowledging that she is interesting. The music morphs gradually in response to telepathic cues from whoever has an inspiration; she can listen in on those, if she wants.

Warden makes public the fact that she doesn't consider looking at her rude, would talk to people if they talk one at a time but they may have to think 'at' her, and otherwise she is enjoying just listening to the singing.

Elves look at her more! They take polite turns to admire her beauty and one asks what brings her to the Falas.

She accepts compliments with little thank-yous and bursts of pride. She first wanted to learn magic-music composing but was stunned by the singing when she arrived. She's not in a hurry, anyway. It's beautiful but she's hesitant to join in since her range is a lot deeper.

Well, when she's ready to she'll want to make her way over to the composers' hall over that way, probably.

Good to know! 

She does walk over that way after another half hour or so.

The city is very spacious; sometimes she has to wait a bit for people to get out of her way but none of the streets are too cramped for her to pass through at all.

The composer's hall is a collection of pavilions arranged around an amphitheater; Elves there are singing, but each their own softer independent song rather than a big chorus, pausing and resuming frequently, some writing, one playing with a looper.

There is definitely something going on with the music.

She makes public that she's interested in learning the principles at play here and waits and listens. She's good at waiting.

One of the Elves apparently finds it helpful to think "out loud" and will do it at her if she's asking! He's working on a song intended to temporarily suppress psionic powers, so that kids in control training in the Eclipse neighborhood can take breaks without being locked down. His alt in Ithil wrote most of it but it's not quite working yet and he's trying to be a pair of fresh eyes with the same compositional sensibility to see if there's any aesthetically obvious tweaks to be made, and then he'll send it back. He thinks the refrain probably needs to be quieter and maybe that the fourth here should be a major third instead...

She builds up the structure and flow of the song in her head as he goes. She manages to hold the whole length of it in her head at once, eventually, it's a very broad but slow sort of thought. She's using mental images in sight and some sixth sense that isn't quite sight and isn't quite hearing and isn't quite smell to assist.

Would shifting the refrain down in tone a bit be very different? No, that makes it worse she thinks, like a big stone in a river... Not that she understands what makes a song magic as opposed to merely beautiful...

Making it beautiful sure helps but he can show her the little tidbits of feedback he gets from the song of creation telling him when he's on the right track!

Huh.

...Huh.

(They could be at this for a while, it's very engaging and definitely what she came here for. Understanding will take time. Eventually - after a couple of days - she'll need to go find a place to sleep.)

He sleeps slightly more often than every couple of days but there's an endless rotation of composers in the pavilions.

I have been bid to tell you so that you may relay to whoever is relevant, the two Elders, Darktooth and Allmother, intend to meet to discuss the future, and desire the attendance of a wise and well-informed scholar of government and law from your people, who will be able to inform their planning.

Ember tells the linguistics elf at the start of one particular day's lesson.