May is rolling her way to the library. It's not icy - in point of fact it's summer - but she's got an unhappy ankle from tripping yesterday and it's an accessible library and it's downhill on the way there and Ren will pick her up after. So, rolling.
"We have a sun and a moon. They rise and set, and the moon has phases. There are stars. The sun is the same kind of thing as the stars, just closer, and the moon is the same kind of thing as the planet, just smaller and less lively."
"A very large ball of rock, with stuff on the surface. My species lives on one; it's called Earth. What are we standing on?"
"It's a wheelchair. I'm not very good at walking, so on surfaces suitable for rolling I do that instead. This isn't really such a surface."
"Oh, you know, when a spider weaves something for you personally it's got some magic in it - I collected up a bunch of shed feathers and Snowfall used her silk to weave them together into wings that Charm can put on and take off whenever she wants, and when she has them on she can fly like a proper owl, it's amazing."
"I actually don't know, where I'm from humans are the only species of person."
"Oh, lots, I wouldn't even know where to start - starmoss glows but you've probably noticed that - owls don't have a thing like spiders do but we get little things of our own sometimes, mine is always knowing exactly where I am, it's real useful. Um. The fey all have stuff, obviously, but I guess that's not obvious to you if you don't have fey, even though you look sort of fey yourself. More fey than anything else, at any rate. Do humans have a thing?"
"To my knowledge no humans have any magic! In fact, as far as I'm aware, Earth doesn't have any anywhere, not even moss! What do you know about where you are, exactly?"
"So relative to places where you already have your bearings," she says, "not, some coordinate system, or the name of the location, or something like that."