A city called Toronto, but I'll be surprised if there are any places we both know.

If this were a book, the person in her position would be checking the sky for recognizable constellations. As it happens, that's unnecessary. The night sky here is missing something rather more obvious. The half-moon should be the same anywhere on Earth, there's no visible moon here, and also everyone's telepathic.

That isn't known to me, no. Cuivienen?

No. Earth?

No. Well. Do you have the means to go back?

No. As far as I know, no one has ever managed to get home from this far away.

Discouraging. If it helps, no one has ever done what we're attempting, either.

It does, a bit.

How long is this ice path you're taking? Where I'm from, when people explored the Arctic a lot of them died, and they did have ships.

Two hundred miles by the sea route; the land will be a little longer. Three hundred, maybe, until we're back into tolerable weather?

You're going to walk three hundred miles across an arctic wasteland. Unmapped arctic wasteland.

We are mapping it first.

Well that's less suicidal then, but are you even remotely equipped for this?

Does it look like it? We were not planning to do it, and can't generate the supplies out of nowhere. We're learning and trying.

If whatever it is on this side is unsolvable enough that the ice is the better option... then they could definitely use some help. Provided all magic use can be hidden from anyone who doesn't already know, of course. How much did you see when I arrived?

You were surrounded by very hot water, in the sky. The water rapidly cooled, and changed shapes, and softened somewhat your landing, and at that point rapidly cooled to the temperature of the Ice.

You can see temperature? People back home can't. 

(And it sounds like Findekáno didn't see enough to snap through to knowing about the magic. Good; if he had then everyone else probably would have too.)

Amber briefly pictures telling her heat elemental to warm up this tent; it'd be a lot more effective than body heat. It's a pleasant image, and probably manageable without the other freezing people knowing who or how. The spirit can follow commands complex enough that wouldn't be suspiciously warming up wherever she is, and of course no one else could see it....

She's thinking about heat, which is understandable, and whether people will be bothered if she somehow - heats the room? They can't see heat, but they can produce it?

We can see temperature. Warmth would be lovely.

Wait, he knows that's an option?

How much of what I think have you been hearing?

Most of it? I'm not pressing you, but you're being quite open. Was that not deliberate?

Don't think of an elephant. There are much worse things to fail to not think of, so don't think of an elephant.

I've been trying to send maybe a sentence at a time, and didn't know you were getting more than that.

Elephant.

Ah. I will stop listening, if you like. 

We don't share a language otherwise. Would you still hear the things I mean to send?

I heard that. I can try to only filter for things you're specifically sending me. I can also probably learn your language.

I should learn yours, since there's a plural number of people who speak it.

The bigger problem is if I'm broadcasting whatever I think and it looks indistinguishable from someone doing it on purpose. That would be pretty likely to go horribly wrong. Because of the elephant.

What is that creature? And mental privacy can be taught - and is taught, to children - with practice. I can explain it to you now.

Please.

That's an animal from Earth. I'm using it to avoid thinking of things I shouldn't say out loud. It's working?