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.
"If they didn't it'd probably be humans doing it somehow, not elementals. Artifacts."
"Couple dozen, maybe, but that's a single trip, they'd have to wait before they could go back."
"And of course many of them will just want to go about their lives and have nothing to do with this." Headshake. "Well, we'll figure something out."
"Of course. I am glad it went smoothly and look forward to doing it as many times as needed until there are not elemental slaves."
"I can start thinking about it, though. And things to make air constantly so Airs don't have to just hang out filling up planets."
"I bet they will appreciate not doing that. And if you have a product you have a lot more invisible leeway on things."
"It's obvious you're not bluffing about planets, and people have something concrete to take home to their superiors."