"All of those people," she suggests.

"All of those people are Anitami -" he takes the paper, draws a squiggly map. "Lakla." He points at the ground. "Anitam." Place on map. "Tapa - all of those people are not Anitami." Another place on the map.

"Oh - uh - Anitam's a country and Lakla's a city and Tapa's another country? What are all of you though - everyone -"

"Everyone is Amentan. No human, no elemental."

"Well. Uh, nice to meet you all."

"Nice to meet you!" There are more people approaching. These ones have blue hair. They exchange some words with the green-haired ones. "They want you to the cars."

"To - get in the - those things like what you came out of?"

"Yes, to get in those things. Cars."

"Cars," she repeats. She turns to Penumbra. "Is that okay with you -"

Penumbra nods.

Maurabel gets up and Penumbra follows her to the cars.

People smile at them. People get into the cars with them. The interiors are warm and well-lit with unusual fabrics. He sits down across from them and takes detailed notes on a glowy glass thing. "Okay with you means yes get in the cars, not okay means no?"

"Yeah, she might have wanted to fly." She hooks her thumbs together and flaps her hands rather than grabbing Penumbra's wing.

The cars drive off. "She fly here?"

"Nope, she got us here by magic!"

"Amentans are not magic. No people here are magic."

"Nobody? At all? Even a little -" She wiggles her fingers and light dances across them like trick marbles.

"Ooooooohhhh. No people here have that - can you write it -"

...she writes the word 'magic' with her borrowed pen. "Magic?"

"Not write, I was trying to say - when a person knows and they saying it so more people know -"

"Oh, can I teach it, could you learn it - uh, you have to learn things to be good at it, but you have to be born able to do it."

"How do you say if you are born able to do it?"

"How do you tell. Uh, you can do simple magic things and do them - even very young -" She gestures. "Like you figure out how to walk and talk, you figure out simple stuff."

"No one here has even simple magic."

"I'm sorry."

"We can - you get pens and cars, we get magic, all people nice to meet."

She giggles, a little nervously.