She thanks her cab driver, pops out, and - okay, no fashion change necessary for this neighborhood, the sundress kind of fits in extremely well. Also, this place is extremely cute. It is a decent candidate for moving to if she decides to ditch her house in Willow Creek. Time to very politely walk up to the nearest fairy, and say, without any kind of preamble:

"Hello! I'm Yvette Valerian, it's nice to meet you."

The nearest fairy is a young adult with purple-gold butterfly wings and face markings, pointy ears unhidden by his undercut, wearing a white button-up shirt opened down to his navel. He looks sad, and also like a friend.

"Hello," he says, sadly. "I'm Oberon Summerdream."

She should probably start grilling him on fairies, her life does kind of literally depend on it, but instead what comes out is:

"You seem sad - can I help?"

"I... don't think so..."

"Okay. I hope you feel better." This is still not grilling the fairy. C'mon. Life depends on it, do the social.

"So if you don't mind answering - what's being a fairy like?"

"Oh it's good! I like it."

"Oh, good! I'm glad! Flying seems like it'd be a lot of fun."

"Yeah! I like flying!"

"Aww! Good!" Beam. "I heard fairy dust has some life extending properties, is that true?"

"Huh? I've never heard of that, that's not true at all."

"It was a weird thing I read on the internet!" she says, undeterred. Hm, can't do something as complicated as 'ask why that sort of rumor would come about' in a leading way, that will likely confuse him, but fortunately sims disabled in the art of pattern recognition don't mind if she just: "What's the fairy lifespan like, anyway? Is it the same as a normal sim?"

"Oh, no, fairies don't age."

!!!!!!!

"Really! That sounds so handy! Are there any parts of being a fairy that you don't like?" Like not being able to walk in sunlight, ala her-impression-of-vampires?

"I don't think so? Being a fairy is nice."

"It seems it! Can people who aren't fairies become one?"

"Yeah! You just need to get a fairy seedling and grow it to summon Mother Nature so that she can turn you into a fairy."

"Where would I get a fairy seedling?" And Mother Nature has no association with that ominous Mother cult, right - but she will wait to ask that question, sims get confused if she asks more than one at a time like that.

"You can ask a fairy for one! Or you could go foraging."

"Oh, well. May I have a fairy seedling?"

"Sorry, I don't have any on me."

"That's okay, thanks anyway. You've been really great and helpful. Do you know where I could forage a fairy seedling?"

"Anywhere!"

So... probably kind of uncommon? Since she's been plant hunting for several days and not seen any - actually, yeah, no, it's been like three days of plant hunting, it makes sense that she hasn't found any yet. And they would probably be more common in the fairy neighborhood.

"What do fairy seedlings look like, so I know what to watch out for?" Careful phrasing and repetition like this is a little trite and annoying, but has she mentioned that most sims have an object permanence and pattern recognition problem? Having to answer "watch out for what" is in fact worse than carefully repeating the subject she is talking about so her conversation partner doesn't get lost.

"It's... purplish-pink? And has visible glowing veins."

"Huh! Sounds very recognizable, thanks. Have you met Mother Nature herself?"