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.
"All of those people are Anitami -" he takes the paper, draws a squiggly map. "Lakla." He points at the ground. "Anitam." Place on map. "Tapa - all of those people are not Anitami." Another place on the map.
"Everyone is Amentan. No human, no elemental."
"Nice to meet you!" There are more people approaching. These ones have blue hair. They exchange some words with the green-haired ones. "They want you to the cars."
"Yes, to get in those things. Cars."
Maurabel gets up and Penumbra follows her to the cars.
People smile at them. People get into the cars with them. The interiors are warm and well-lit with unusual fabrics. He sits down across from them and takes detailed notes on a glowy glass thing. "Okay with you means yes get in the cars, not okay means no?"
The cars drive off. "She fly here?"
"Amentans are not magic. No people here are magic."
"Ooooooohhhh. No people here have that - can you write it -"
"Not write, I was trying to say - when a person knows and they saying it so more people know -"
"How do you say if you are born able to do it?"
"No one here has even simple magic."
"We can - you get pens and cars, we get magic, all people nice to meet."