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Daphne is not in the relatively safe areas of her hometown or college campus, so it isn't really all that surprising when she suddenly is in a random forest instead of walking back to her car.
It's a little surprising; normally she is permitted to enter random forests of her own will. But not that much.
She starts walking, looking for whatever inane plot she will be required to participate in/thwart this time.
Eventually she sees a cottage. She makes for that--random houses in the woods are prime weird shit locales.
She knocks on the door. "Excuse me! I don't know what's going on here but I'd rather get it over with sooner rather than later so I can go home!"
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"Right." She sets the notebook aside. "My magic is called sorcery. It involves knowing my environment and the thing I'm trying to do magic to very well, as well as an invisible environmental factor called harmonics that have to be found through trial and error. It can do things like lights or turning people invisible or growing plants faster."
"Well, that's definitely nothing like the magic I know. Our magic can accomplish arbitrary tasks and works through gestures, incantations and sometimes rituals."
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"There is a court," says Promise, "in my Fairyland, run by a sadistic sorcerer-collector who likes psychological tactics and when those don't work, or even when they do, is a consummate master of orders with no loopholes."
"Ah."
He turns to Little Bird. "Have you gotten in contact with--with Overbite's brother yet?"
"Yeah, before I got you."
"That's good. He's far more accomplished at this sort of thing than I am."
"Understatement."
"Well, he's had seven hundred years to work on it."
He turns to Little Bird. "Have you gotten in contact with--with Overbite's brother yet?"
"Yeah, before I got you."
"That's good. He's far more accomplished at this sort of thing than I am."
"Understatement."
"Well, he's had seven hundred years to work on it."
"Vampires aren't mortals in the traditional sense. You can kill them but they don't die of old age," Little Bird explains.
"You told her we were vampires?" Overbite asks.
"She suggested 'Underbite' as a name for your brother to mirror yours.
Overbite bursts out laughing.
"You told her we were vampires?" Overbite asks.
"She suggested 'Underbite' as a name for your brother to mirror yours.
Overbite bursts out laughing.
"Fey Realm fairies are immortal too, or at least they want you to think so. Demons. Ghosts, arguably. Angels, if they exist."
"Demons are mostly bad news, especially in the higher orders, but the lower ranked ones are sometimes okay. There are a lot of kinds of demon. No one is quite sure if angels exist, so I couldn't tell you what they're like if they are. Ghosts are noncorporeal people who used to be mortals until something should have killed them but separated soul from body instead."
"It takes a while, though, and there's no way of being sure of becoming a ghost instead of just dying."
"Fey Realm fairies live in the Fey Realm, obviously, demons live in Hell, angels if they exist live in Heaven if it exists, and ghosts live in the mortal realm."
"Again, I can't confirm how angels and/or Heaven work, but demons...no. Generally people summon them and dismiss them."
"If you mean why does it work that way I have no idea. If you mean why do people do it, well, they have lots of reasons."