Have fun.

She heads out to the forest.

She conjures her bow--the beautifully carved one her beloved made her before they were even married, when she expressed the desire to learn, the one she wouldn't have the real version of anyway because she left it behind in Formenos--and arrows, and leaves holes in trees for about an hour.

Bella outlines a reconstructive research trajectory. Tests her memory by trying to hover. Hovers, settles back down to the ground - smiles.

Idaia comes back in a little more than an hour after she left. "How goes it?"

"Turns out I can still fly."

"That's great!"

"It'll still probably need some work to get the spell into a state where I can write it up and teach it but yes. Yes it is."

"What's flying like?"

"It's... okay, you know how if you step off something you fall faster and faster unless you are somewhere somebody has been doing experiments on that property of the world in Materia in which case you maybe go sideways or something but usually you go faster?"

"Sure. Acceleration due to gravity, nine point eight one meters per second squared."

"...if you say so. Anyway, it feels like being able to fall in any direction at any speed and without the part where your stomach flips over."

"Nice."

"It's great."

"I'll look forward to that, then. How fast can you fly?"

"I never pushed it all that fast because my eyes would start watering and I wasn't quite good enough at finessing the air at the same time. Pretty fast though."

"Awesome. Carrying capacity?"

"Just what I can normally pick up. I could develop something for that - something for strength like my boots are for dexterity or something to drag stuff through the air after me maybe - but I haven't yet." Carrying Fëanáro to Tol Eressëa, since he didn't have enough mana to make it, luggage dangling from her arms...

"Awwwww."

"I know."

"I think it might be worth doing to work out magic items that would bridge all the physical gaps between Men and Quendi."

"I'm not sure how I'd approach some of them, but boot-style stuff for the strength I can do, I can probably figure out the vision and hearing... the perfect bodily control would be a real pain in the neck. I'll probably be able to do that with subtle arts one day but only on myself, a spell for it would be hard."

"I was thinking more the day-to-day practical stuff than the bodily control," she admits.

"Vision and hearing I can do. I'll put it on the list."

"And then my little lightshow will be less sensorily weird to people who aren't you and me."

"That didn't even occur to me, they must be confused."