"You can't be from Kelos, then. Or even Old Faron. If either side could cross the ocean in an hour that side would have won the war without breaking a sweat."

"I'm not from across the ocean, yes. I'm from over the sky."

"Another planet? Another sun?"

"I've heard of ideas like that. The stars are suns."

"No, that's absurd. I don't believe it."

"Well, why not?"

In response, she sends her telepresence robot out to play them a timelapse video of her approach of the planet, starting from the edge of their solar system where their sun is indistinguishable from other stars.

"Woah."

"...Yeah that would be hard to fake."

"People talk about reaching for the stars, but to actually do it?"

"The place I started used a long time to learn how. We can teach you, if you want. Once I know more words."

"Just don't tell Old Faron and Kelos. They'll use it to blow each other up. Again."

"Yeah... Kelos really fucked everything up. They killed a lot of Ejer for no good reason, you know? Even here in White Forest, and it wasn't as bad here as elsewhere."

"Mmm. We'll talk to them before we teach them anything, then, and say that they should not do that."

"I'm sure that will completely solve the issue forever with no chance of anyone involved lying or changing their minds." The grey wolf-girl rolls her eyes.

"No, no, you have to write it down first and have a bunch of people who're full of themselves sign it. Then it's a treaty. That'll fix it!" A cat-boy mirrors her.

"Ugh!" The brown-furred one waves in frustration. 

Grey continues, "I mean, the whole Pyre Principle is a treaty that's held up for a good long while, they do seem to keep to it when there's regular reminders why it's a good idea..."

"Oh, but then when this system encountered something that didn't mesh nicely into the existing rules there was a whole lot of murder."

"I mean, the old tribal wars weren't exactly great. I'm pretty glad they're not a thing anymore."

"Because Kelos exterminated everyone who burnt magic in warfare."

The brown-haired one stands up and starts pacing. "Blood, I don't want to talk about this depressing stuff. Why aren't we talking about flying?!? I should have gone for the hawk build!"

"I mean, you can still change it."

"For a few pounds of gold and a few months in bed, sure, not like I have that spare."

"Also," the catboy says, "I hear flying is utterly exhausting unless you specialize hard and practice with it a lot both red and green."

"Do you want to see more pictures from me flying? Or come in and I can fly with you, but you still only see pictures."

"Yes!" "No!" "YES!" "Yes!"

"Look, guys," says 'no', "I don't think, uh, we should be going on adventures with weird ship-people until we know more. There's taking a leap of faith and then there's literally jumping off a cliff-"

"She's nice though!"

"And made of amazing metal with super strong, what's the word, engines!"

"I'll be here other days, too. You can come in and see bigger pictures?"