There abruptly appears a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes who looks extremely annoyed.
She looks around at her surroundings, and sighs.
Language learning! She indeed does not forget any vocabulary words, although she uses them a little idiosyncratically.
Well, it's miles better than Odette's doing with Quenya. She corrects her where she can.
"Perhaps now," says Mirelótë after this has been going on for a while, "you can tell me where I am?"
"This is the University of Genosha, in the Free City of Genosha, on the planet Earth."
"That sure is a planet I do not know of. Well."
"Well," she echoes. "This is kind of unprecedented."
"On my end too."
"We're going to have to tell someone higher up about this," she observes. "Illia got me because I could do translation, but..."
"I am past the need for specialists; I'm sure you have other things to do. Thank you very much for your time. How do you do it, anyway -"
"I'm afraid I don't have - whatever idiom makes that make sense -"
"- huh. At home only Ainur can do magic, incarnates can't. You seem otherwise very incarnate."
"I'm not actually a specialist, it's just I can do more magic."
"Why is that?"
"Uh--magic has--side effects. I can handle them better."
"How much should this dissuade me from asking if yours is the only species that can do it?"
"I have no idea if ours is the only species who can do it. Or how much the side effects should dissuade you."
"Well, what are they?"
"Uh--it hurts, and it messes with your head to varying degrees."
"Hmm. Yes, that's - fairly dissuasive. Congratulations on being able to cope with that to your satisfaction."
"I'm really resistant to one of the kinds of messing with!"
"So there's three kinds of magic--Sympathy, Effort, and Conquest--and they hurt differently and they do different things to your head, and Sympathy--makes you more pliable, but I am really not a pliableness-compatible person, so it has to work way harder to get anywhere with me."