This corner of her domain is much like the rest of it: damp, chill, and dark. No one's in the area and there's nothing being grown, so she indulges herself with a shower of the sort of piercing rain that drives straight through clothing to soak a person to their bones. No lightning, though. She doesn't approve of storms.
"Yeah. So, any ideas what you want to do while Ellayania is producing the materials?"
"I could take a tour of her domain if that's alright. Technically speaking that's one of my responsibilities, to meet a wide cross section of the society of a world."
"Sure. I can show you around."
Lots of little farming communities, some isolated hunters who prefer to be left alone, some towns that fish and make propitiations to Varkalosix, the nearby ocean goddess. One real city with a bustling harbor.
And then when they finish up there's a dry field with the materials he requested.
He'll busy himself assembling them into a working plane. It'll take him most of a day. Then he'll be ready to go. "Any recommendations on where I should visit first?"
Pascale hands him a map of the continent with god domains marked on it. "Tisvetaia's nice, and not too far from here. She does preservation; you'll probably find that interesting."
"That does sound interesting." He busies himself with one last preflight check and smiles. "Thanks so much for your help. I'm sure we'll meet again some day."