*Feyre PoV*
Feyre was damn confused. The obviously powerful fae just walked towards the horses like they couldn't winnow. Maybe winnowing didn't exist here. She voiced her concern, calling,
"You don't winnow?"
"What's winnowing?" Called the dark haired fae, brows furrowing in confusion.
Well, that answered her question.
"It's like sliding between the folds of the world. Like this." And with that, she winnowed across the courtyard. Some of the soldiers cried out in shock, but the fae simply exclaimed , "Like what Fenrys can do!" She turned and looked at the golden haired male, who simply winnowed onto his horse, and promptly fell off.
This left everyone in fits of laughter, except for Aelin who simply asked,
"Can everyone in your world do this?"
"No," she replied, "not everyone has sufficient power."
"Could you teach us?" That came from the dark haired one - Lorcan.
"We could try, how..."
"Hey!" Cassian called out.
"What now?" That was Azriel, whose eyes rolled at the comment.
"I don't know if I'm going deaf or what, but I heard someone say something about food.
"Of course." Nesta sighed. "With you it's always food."
Cassian looked extremely offended, but before they could get into it, Aelin announced, "We would be simply honoured to feed you." Feyre sighed, then told the assembled fae,
"This is why we don't normally take him on state visits."
Several fae laughed at that. Aelin then asked, "Can you winnow to our home if we describe it, or do you have to have been there first?"
"We have to at least have seen the destination. I suppose we could do it in short hops, but not all of us can winnow." That was Rhys, who had walked up from behind to slide an arm round her waist.
Aelin sighed, then announced, "Horses it is then. For now."
*3rd Person*
The already confused war camp soon had their fastest horses saddled and watched the most powerful rulers of two separate worlds race away on their horses, with no bodyguard detail.