There is a city stretching to meet the sky, and around it there is nothing to see but sand.
"Can you show me?" Careful not to phrase it as a command, even if their commands don't do anything in the ordinary way of things.
She'll start walking if Robin doesn't object.
Robin follows, stalking silent as a hunting cat.
"What's it like where you're from?" Senna asks once they've started walking.
"...for one, I've never heard of fae and humans living together like this," Robin answers distractedly, looking around to make sure they haven't attracted any suspicious attention. "We live Underhill, you live above..."
"This is the only place we know fae--this kind of fae, I mean--exist. A lot of us humans grew up here but the rest of us came from other worlds."
"Yeah, there's a bunch of them."
"...that. Would explain several things," Robin says, mostly to themself.
"Why this is different from the mortal world I remember. Why the fae here are different. Why no-one has heard of my kind of fae."
Robin is still keeping one eye on their surroundings, watching for anything unexpected or potentially dangerous.
"Kind of weird that you showed up here but no one else like you has, though."
"Why? Someone has to be the first."
"I guess so. We'll have to learn more about your world for the next person."
"What would you like to know?"
"I don't know, I'm not really the best person for talking to new people. What's polite and what'll make people upset, maybe."
"Trying to command people will make them upset," Robin mutters. Any sign of a short yellowish fae yet? They want someone to take out their annoyance on.
"...trading questions for questions is polite; giving things away for free is rude."
"I don't think most fae care who they upset. What's wrong with giving things away for free?"
Robin thinks about it for a second. "It means you're—hoarding favours, and they don't know what you'll ask in the future."
"We look out for each other, here. I don't help with food because I want to be owed something, I help because... it's something I can do, and it means we all get to eat. That's her in there."
She points at the obnoxiously ornate building they're approaching.
"Rrright." Cultural exchange is discarded as Robin stalks straight towards the front entrance, making no attempt at subtlety.
Senna makes herself scarce.
The door is unlocked, if Robin wants to open it.
Now, if they were a short yellowish fae, where might they be hiding...
A few rooms in, there's a fae as described, who is not happy that there's a stranger in her house.
"Tell me why you're here."