May is rolling her way to the library. It's not icy - in point of fact it's summer - but she's got an unhappy ankle from tripping yesterday and it's an accessible library and it's downhill on the way there and Ren will pick her up after. So, rolling.
There is a rustle from the top of the hill, and then there is a large fluffy polar bear ambling down it with a large spider perched on her head, dark slender legs visible in silhouette against the bear's white face.
"Button, Snowfall, this is May, the outworlder," says Starlight.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," says Button.
"I'm not very good at walking and the contraption I usually use," point, "isn't meant for irregular terrain, so yeah, that would be very nice of you."
"I'm a little reluctant to abandon it but if it's very inconvenient I can do without it. I do definitely want the bag on it," she takes her backpack off it, "but I can just wear that," she does.
"Well, how heavy is it - Reflect?"
Reflect flits into the air and grabs the wheelchair and lifts it easily, despite the fact that it is nearly bigger than she is. The blur effect is less pronounced this time, but seems to just be a characteristic of her flight regardless of how fast she's going. It extends slightly to the wheelchair but mostly covers the fey herself.
"Not bad," she reports. "I could carry this. Might want somebody else to roll it when the ground's flat enough."
"There's at least one reasonably long stretch of road between here and Silver Falls," says Starlight, "I bet it would go all right on that."
"Humans are usually diurnal but can with some accommodations stay up at night. I would've been up for another ten or twelve hours after I fell."
"Off we go, then."
The flyers take off, Starlight in the lead, Snowfall clinging to Ebb, Charm following, Reflect bringing up the rear with wheelchair in hand. Button lopes after them. Her gait is very comfortable and does not present any imminent danger of ejecting her passenger.
There's - something about this place, an impression more easily clarified now that she's seen a little more of it. It seems... sharp, vivid, clear, unnaturally beautiful and at the same time utterly natural, like if 'reality' is a characteristic that comes in amounts, this place has more of it than Earth by a generous margin. Hard to see it when everything's dark like this, but the more her eyes adjust and the more of the landscape passes by, the more obvious it becomes.