Once upon a time, there was a world. That world was full of people, architects and engineers and notably, some surprisingly sapient foxes.
That world was called Arcbright.
That world met the representatives of another world - nay, a considerable number of them. They were a company, like the West East Indies company was a company, and so they did their work. Their network, their people, flooded into the world, humans and elves and even demons trickled into the sleepy world, alongside their technology, their magic, their philosophies and institutions and fundings.
They were a kind company, for the type of company they were, so Arcbright became a shining hub of trade and commerce and creation, for the people of the world had a certain magic and creativity found in few if any other places. It became a home for those born with similar blessings to the peoples of the world, for they were well represented, and well accommodated in a world built for the beginning for them. And so affordances were made, to let them live and learn and grow as their ancestors had.
Two kindred souls met together and loved together in that world, brought together by the promise of a place they could belong, and where they could preserve what made them them, in a world of planes and concrete and computers.
They bore a child together, and named her Amber, for the color of her fur and the clarity of her soul.