They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
"I don't know what's in walking distance of here. Schools? Gardens? Do you have temples, at home those are often very pretty."
"No, like, there's humans, and elementals, and then temple things, which are called gods. Except they aren't actually... around."
"I will look up the prettiest buildings in this area," he says, and types that into the pocket everything, and then points them ahead to a public park with an accompanying greenhouse.
And then they can meander onto this university campus and through its art museum! People crowd around taking pictures. News helicopters fly overhead getting video.
"I hope those things aren't hard to avoid flying," Maurabel remarks of the helicopters.
Wow, the art here is cooler than most art they have at home, they haven't even invented perspective yet!
They're glad she enjoys it! They ask all kinds of questions about her world, which Afen translates: what work does she do there, why did she decide to travel worlds, why did she come here in particular, what is the thing she likes most about here, does she miss anything about home, how long is she staying...