"Hellooo. Is anyone back here?"

There is no answer. The place would appear to be empty.

Daernir looks put-out by this, but he guesses that means they can just get to the city proper.

"Okay. I guess we keep going and hope there's a real inn somewhere?"

"Sounds good." She considers, but doesn't think she can expect the pocket everything to do good directions in Arcadia, it's just slightly too silly. "Don't go too fast, I fall over a lot when I walk."

Nod.

"That's okay. We can spend more time looking around, since it's your first time. Do you think it would be good to find magic for the falling over?"

Walk walk walk.

From the street level, Heliopolis seems fairly unimpressive. Although the architecture is perhaps interestingly different from an Amentan city, most of the other differences are not interesting at all. It is not dirty or polluted, but it lacks the amenities and features Lintalai expects cities to have.

"That would be very useful!" she says.

She takes a bunch of pictures as they go.

People walk the streets, paying the two children no mind. As promised, the citizens of the Peaceful Kingdoms of Arcadia seem remarkably lax on the subject of completely unsupervised wandering. There are a number of buildings that Lintalai can see which vary in height, ornateness, and color, but what these things indicate remains unclear.

As Daernir wanders (for that is the best description of how he decides which direction to take her), they pass through streets with pet vendors, food vendors, and carpet vendors. Most people here seem interested in trading something to Lintalai; moreso than Daernir, who they tend to ignore.

"How come they're more interested in me?" she murmurs. "That wouldn't be that weird at home but that's because people know blues are rich."

"Oh."

Daernir, having been entirely focused on trying to figure out what the law affecting vendors might be purely through observation, tries to think about this.

"I think it's because your hair is blue and most people who look human would need magic for that, and magic is difficult unless you're special. I'm not sure, though, you could ask."

She will look for a clothing vendor - she's been in everything she's wearing a while, it's bothering her - and inquire there, if they display the same behavior.

The clothing vendor is more interested in looking at their clothes and tries immediately to tell her that he's got exactly what she needs, and proceeds to show her three dresses before she has the chance to speak.

"I don't like to wear dresses," she says. "I wear pants like these."

"Ah, I'm afraid I do not have what you seek. Very few vendors here sell anything quite like your pants. I can recommend one who does, if I cannot interest you in what I do have."

He shows her the various pieces of clothing he does have: most of them involve less stitching than the clothing she's used to, and all of them have a somewhat tube-like shape.

She can be convinced to try on a dress as long as it won't catch on things and trip her but she'd prefer a referral to the pants-vendor.

She can get a referral!

And then there's more walking.

"Sorry. I didn't realize most people here didn't wear pants. We'll find magic to fix it soon."

Now that he's looking around, it's obvious that most people are wearing something more like what the vendor had, but he hadn't paid it any attention. He keeps an eye out for signs of priests nearby.

She hadn't noticed either! They do have dresses on Amenta, she just prefers things less likely to snag on a banister or a chair-arm and send her to the floor.

Now that she is looking, Lintalai may also notice that there seem to be two broad categories of clothing, for men and for women, though they all tend towards the kind of long, flowy clothing that could snag and send her to floor-wards. That may explain why it takes a longer walk to find a pants vendor; as they go, they only spot a few people out of hundreds who wear anything resembling pants, unlike the people she met on Abellio.

She can also see a larger variety of species now that there are enough people gathered in one place. Most of them are somewhat humanoid, but some have horns of different shapes and sizes, others have equine or bovine flanks, and some have skin in shades that would be impossible in Amentans. She can see some flying through the air on feathery wings, while other individuals are climbing the walls of buildings.

Eventually, they come to a vendor who will happily give Lintalai pants. He seems to assume Lintalai will be doing the paying and pays much more attention to her than Daernir.

"I have a question that isn't about pants," she asks, while she's sorting through pants that might be in about her size.

"Yes?"

"How come you're paying more attention to me than him? He also might have wanted pants, you didn't know."

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry to have been rude to your friend."

"It's not about being rude, she wants to know why."

"-well, it's only polite to afford a representative of Neselthia with the proper respect."