Ryja waits a moment, before realizing that they must be stuck, or confused... "Here, I will show you. She cannot hurt, after all." Summoning Selene is easy. Open the tome, flip to the right page, apply a little bit of aether... There's a gentle, soothing light, a burst of warmth which feels like stepping into the sun after a long cold day. The fairy that flutters out of the pages is only a foot tall at most, simplified but humanoid. Glittery and adorable, with a little pseudo-skirt of light and glowing butterfly wings.

She drifts down, and Ryja makes a gesture with her hands. She flutters back up, and stays close to Ryja, rather than drift near the girls. "See? Harmless and gentle. Ancient scholars had a pact with fairies like this one, though those were considerably more alive." Ryja's being so restrained right now, she could talk about the exact dynamics of summoning an imitation of the fairy here, or the original imitation she learned to call, and where the fairies went, and- It's only one of her genuine passions, after all.