At the end of the universe there is a bar. In which sits a lord feeling very accomplished for purchasing what should be three centuries worth of technology advancement to bring back to his kingdom.
"Ah, so you are some kind of nobility too?"
Stephen himself is dressed very much like a king out of a fantasy movie, complete with a crown made of silver and moonstones.
He rests his chin on his hand.
"Interesting. Do you mind if I ask what kind of non-mortal are you?"
He frowns.
"I suppose you could say that spirits and the undead are non-mortals. But I would very much prefer talk about your own kind if it pleases you."
"I suppose I don't mind, although you're going to have to direct the conversation; I don't know enough about mortals to be sure how we're different, aside from the fact that you die."
"I'm very likely to be off-standard from the mortals you know. Do mortals in your world usually have magic?"
"I don't remember all the details, it never seemed particularly relevant to me. Human magic is more general than fey magic, I remember that much."
Stephen chuckles. "It's alright. If you want to compare, my world have two kinds of magical humans, witches and nobleborn, I'm the later, both have powers like this," He makes a bust sculpture of her. "Stone generation," he adds.
"Wow. There are fairies with stone magic, but they can only shape what already exists, not create it!"
Stephen deposits the statue on the counter and pushes it toward her, invinting her to take it if she wants to.
"I really like this ability, it's the one I got to pick."
"We also can pick the general themes of one of the other powers, and the third - or rather the first - power is determined by time of birth. Also, picking the power actually means making a deal with a spirit so it can live in our shadows and experience some aspect of human life it is curious about."
"Huh. Fairies have a variable number of powers, and they're all determined when you're born."
"Loads of kinds, and they're mostly genetic, to at least some extent. I inherited my plant and healing powers from my mother Rannsi."
"Oh, that is where the out of Rannsi comes from? I just assumed it was your birthplace."
"No, the Deep South is my birthplace. And the place my mother is Lady of, which is the important part."
"Forgive me for my assumption," Stepehn nods, "how powerful are your plant and healing powers?"