"Sometimes our lives do this." He's definitely not gonna ask, going by what she knows about Fair Folk so far.

"Oh? Do you also have magical love-at-first-sight bonds with humans?" she asks, a playful smile on her lips.

"I take it that is the cause? I was referring to circumstances outside of one's control in general."

"Yeah, that's what. My species has this thing, and it's always on someone romantically—and sexually, I expect—compatible, and if the other person is also a vankire, or if slash when they turn into a vankire, they reciprocate it."

"At the least, the reflection aspect is a kindness. I can think of few fates worse than knowing you will forever love one who will forever despise you."

"Yyyeah, that's... not impossible with my system but very very difficult. I'm lucky. I ran into my soulmate, mm, yesterday, and he seemed pretty—mostly—okay or at least able to cope with the idea."

One of his ears flicks. "Congratulations."

"Thanks. Anyway, are there any other people awake who might be up for some socialisation and slash or scientific curiosity?"

"None who would be awake now, I suspect. You will wish to meet Professor Stetson. He is a dulak, however, and they are fairly strictly crepuscular. Perhaps... Centaurs like stargazing. One of them may be doing it now."

"I'd love to meet a centaur."

"Then we shall see if one is awake."

He trots off swiftly.

It transpires that there is one centaur awake now. He's sitting on the north border, looking out from the trees at the stars. He doesn't react to Karil's introduction of Sadde.

So Sadde will not interrupt his stargazing.

After maybe five minutes, "Hello, Sadde. I can see you will be spending a very long time in this world."

She beams. "Can you see anything else? Like... anything about my mate, maybe?"

"Seeing past the first impression is not trivial. I should like some form of compensation."

"Oh? Anything in particular you'd like? I can generate arbitrary amounts and types of biological matter, for a pretty loose value of 'biological.'"

...and speaking of which, she has wings again now.

"Intruiging. A bow and arrows and quiver that seem artful to you would suffice."

"Any kind of bow in particular?"

"Five or six foot span. Heavy draw. Two strings with different draws if you know how to do this. Pray not to attempt it if you are uncertain."

"Can do." 

And indeed, she can. She extends her right hand palm up and a small wooden protrusion starts emerging. After a bit it becomes obvious that it's the requested bow, growing in an arc from her skin. In the meantime, her left hand starts producing arrows, with very high-quality wood and the point being made of ivory.

The centaur goes back to stargazing.

"He will be like you. When, I cannot say."

Quiver and string are produced and Sadde can multitask so she can be very happy about this.

"What else would you like to know?"

"Does he get witchcraft? Are there any problems with introducing computers to this world? Are there other vankires? Do I get to be empress?"

"Hmm... Unclear. Yes. Eventually. Probably."