"...can it float way up in the atmosphere when it reaches that size? There really isn't anywhere with that much space..."

"It can. If the dreamshaping works I am just going to house it in my own pocket dimension."

"That sounds good."

"If I can't, what would be my prospects here?"

"Somewhere way up in the atmosphere would be good, or maybe out over the water. Will it do anything other than produce water?"

"The water below it freezes, but not at a rate to affect a river or lake. If this body dies a new one is going to grow in a fountain on top of it. ...Otherwise the water is clean and safe."

"Then out over a large body of water is probably the best option."

Nod. "I actually meant more in the sense of... what you guys are going to do with me."

"Anitam doesn't usually take immigrants but these seem rather exceptional circumstances, I'm sure we could work it out for you to stay here if you would like that. What did you do for a living back on Earth?"

"I used dreamshaping to create the things I needed, did the same for some of my friends and sold the rest. We were trying to set up a powerplant that didn't consume fuel... the recent years have been... complicated and I didn't have a career in mind."

Apparently he could look even more miserable.

"So some planning for the future might best wait on an answer to whether dreamshaping works here?"

"Yeah, it's the difference between my strongest skill being preventing disasters or creating city-sized things overnight. I suspect it does work since the rest does."

"All right. So we'll get you situated and then you can have some time to read and decompress, and then you can figure out something you'd like to be doing - and either of those things would pay more than well enough to have you comfortable."

Nod. "Thank you. In general... I want to do good things."

"I think Anitam will be very deeply grateful for the things you can offer us."

Slow nod. No point in asking about other countries now. "Uh... is this going to become public?"

"That's up to you but we are inclined not to announce it."

Nod. "Maybe give me a couple of days."

"Of course."

He is content to fall silent for now.

Then they can drive through the snowy city (the streets are nearly empty) to a fantastically glittery hotel.

Presumably Felix is going in through a backdoor or something? Can he send his floating rock to the upper atmosphere now?

That sounds wise, yes. There is an unstaffed side entrance.

Good, he follows whatever security they set up and tries to make his wings look small and fake just in case.

Then he can go to a very fancy hotel suite.