When a catfolk sends fire from a finger 

The liefling is back. For the kitsune of the desolate, sodden Cliff of Sorrow, this is an event worth partying for cycles. The only other visitors they get here are the werewolves maintaining the rain collection system, and the werewolves don't bring drugs.

Nefanie luxuriates while the liefling combs out her loose fur, but when he offers to show her an even nicer time, she pleads exhaustion.

Yeah, sleep. That sounds nice. Time to teleport home, and come back to the party refreshed and sober. Maybe that will give her a fun advantage over the rest of the kitsune.

When a catfolk lights a flame from their finger, it works, or, in rare cases, doesn't. A disoriented werewolf might move rock on the wrong direction, but cannot move a totally different piece of rock they haven't even touched.

There is one known exception to this consistent limitation of magic to things which make physical sense: if you recreate an elph's shrine in a different location perfectly, so the elph is genuinely unable to tell where they are, they can pull memories from their shrine as if they were there. This is, of course, such an expensive project that only large countries do it or worry about defending against it.

Apparently, there is another exception.

Which is to say, there is now a naked yellow-furred foxgirl, high as harpy balls, definitely not at home.

The liefling is back. For the kitsune of the desolate, sodden Cliff of Sorrow, this is an event worth partying for cycles. The only other visitors they get here are the werewolves maintaining the rain collection system, and the werewolves don't bring drugs.

Nefanie luxuriates while the liefling combs out her loose fur, but when he offers to show her an even nicer time, she pleads exhaustion.

Yeah, sleep. That sounds nice. Time to teleport home, and come back to the party refreshed and sober. Maybe that will give her a fun advantage over the rest of the kitsune.

When a catfolk lights a flame from their finger, it works, or, in rare cases, doesn't. A disoriented werewolf might move rock on the wrong direction, but cannot move a totally different piece of rock they haven't even touched.

There is one known exception to this consistent limitation of magic to things which make physical sense: if you recreate an elvin shrine in a different location perfectly, so an elph is genuinely unable to tell where they are, they can pull memories from the shrine as if they were there. This is, of course, such an expensive project that only large countries do it or worry about defending against it.

Apparently, there is another exception.

Which is to say, there is now a naked yellow-furred foxgirl, high as harpy balls, definitely not at home.

The liefling is back. For the kitsune of the desolate, sodden Cliff of Sorrow, this is an event worth partying for cycles. The only other visitors they get here are the werewolves maintaining the rain collection system, and the werewolves don't bring drugs.

Nefanie luxuriates while the liefling combs out her loose fur, but when he offers to show her an even nicer time, she pleads exhaustion.

Yeah, sleep. That sounds nice. Time to teleport home, and come back to the party refreshed and sober. Maybe that will give her a fun advantage over the rest of the kitsune.

When a catfolk lights a flame from their finger, it works, or, in rare cases, doesn't. A disoriented werewolf might move rock on the wrong direction, but cannot move a totally different piece of rock they haven't even touched.

There is one known exception to this consistent limitation of magic to things which make physical sense: if you recreate an elvin shrine in a different location perfectly, so an elph is genuinely unable to tell where they are, they can pull memories from the shrine as if they were there. This is, of course, such an expensive project that only large countries do it or worry about defending against it.

Apparently, there is another exception.

Which is to say, there is now a naked yellow-furred foxgirl, high as harpy balls, definitely not at home.