Variel watches and listens to all of the above from the shadows, noticed by none. She narrows her eyes slightly and her mouth twitches to the side. Hmmmm...
Yes.
Amity would definitely be the one to help her in this matter. While she was certain she could grasp Rhogkun’s magics, it would take more time than she would prefer to spend on the matter. Amity clearly has a much more… innate? relationship with the arcane. Rhogkn’s method, with the endless writing and reading and ugh would become wearying after a few years, but diving head-first into things was something she understood well.
She nodded to herself. She would compose her thoughts, let Amity fuss over Prim for a while, then approach her. And with any luck, she wouldn’t mind walking back around town to help get the wolf furs…
An hour or two later (?) she will approach Amity.
“Hello Amity! Prim.” She nods politely to the pseudodragon if he is present and visible “I wondered if you might accompany me on a short walk, I had some things I wanted to ask you and might need a hand retrieving the pelt from Frank... [did he end up with a name??] I asked him to leave two masks out on the post, and I assure you the place is a lot more interesting when you cannot smell it.” She steps back and to the side, gesturing with her arm in the vague direction of the tannery and adopting a half bow half lean kinda thing? You know what I mean.
Amity stretches her arms. “I mean... I’ve seen a tannery before. Wastow’s is way bigger. But if you’re lonely I wanna go for a walk so it works out.”
A fleeting look of surprise is contained before it crosses her face entirely, and is replaced with a smile as she realises the absurdity of her interest. "FanTASTIC. My apologies, I forget that things I find most novel here are but the mundanities of the world to you. Shall we?”
She gestures onwards again and joins Amity at a brisk meander - making sure to gain some distance from the camp before beginning her lines of questioning.
“Soooo.... I’ve noticed that you possess a similar ability to one I use, in that you can step briefly through the veil to appear elsewhere… And that earlier today you uh… mastered? The ability to banish and summon Prim to another plane at your own whims?” She briefly examines a blossoming flower nearby, both in genuine interest and a calculated attempt to appear casual and only MINORLY interested. “I was wondering how that… uh… feels?”
She pauses, frowning, considering if "feels" is the apropriate term, and looks back to Amity to see if it registered.
"Feels....?" She echos Variel's frown. "It doesn't really feel like... anything. One second I'm here, and then I'm in between and then... over there. I asked Prim what the pocket was like, but he didn't tell me." She looks over at Variel with a sort of half-shrug.
Variel considers this. Contemplates a bit. Ponders it some.
"So you never really notice anything about the action of uh... puncturing? The veil? When I do magic I normally either visualise it as a series of curves and connections that I manipulate or mess with... or a song that I conduct... Perhaps a poem where I'm inserting a rhyme scheme, or a joke where I'm adding the punchline..."
She gesticulates a lot during her explanation, as if that will help her translate it somehow. She pauses briefly, looking in the air and trying to pull another definition to her, but failing to. She returns her gaze to Amity, and decides to start again instead.
"When I use my step ability, I travel through the Feywild for the briefest of moments. As time and space works differently there, my single step results in covering a comparatively vast distance here. When I do it I remember the warmth and joy and... almost lackadaisical perception of danger I grew up with there and envision myself cloaked with the feeling and dancing through the space."
She searches Amity's eyes for any flicker of recognition "I'm not sure you travel the Feywild, but... you DEFINITELY go somewhere. Maybe the same place as Prim did... IF we could understand it better then..." She mentally wanders off for a moment and stares once more into the distance. Admittedly, her eyes did provide a certain level of difficulty with working out where exactly she was looking, but something still happened with them when they were engaged with people compared to scanning environments, and assessing threats...
She rouses herself from her trailing thought, plucks the flower and decorates her hair with it before standing up. "Are you sure none of this feels familiar? Have you perhaps just not thought about it or noticed? Could we perhaps examine some possibilities?"
Amity stares at Variel quite blankly for most of her explanation, then scratches the back of her head, thinking. Is this important? Maybe? "I hadn't really thought about it, to be honest."
"I guess I could....." and she takes a step firmly forward, disappearing.
Variel looks around for Amity with a 21 Perception. She gets a 22 Arcana to try and analyse the planar skip or anything about the process.
"Hmmmm... Interesting(?)" she maybe says.
(DM tl;dr notes: Variel's steps are flowery, Amity's are kinda cold)