Kid maybe seven years old with denim-blue hair drawing on a paper on the floor. She yelps.

...these languages are absolutely nothing like any other languages she speaks.

"Um," she says eloquently. "Greetings, summoner?"

"What? What are you? Aaah!"

"I'm a—" no word for it "—changer. I'm not gonna hurt you." Even though she could, with the complete lack of bindings.

"A what?"

"You don't have a word for it, I can change stuff?" She demonstrates by changing the color of her wings from white to grey to black to the same blue as the girl's hair and back to white. "Not just color. You... don't know?"

"No!!! You just appeared!"

"...what country is this? And, er, year?"

"...Voa, 3422?"

"...okay either I'm in the far future and humanity's forgotten all about summoning or this is another planet."

"Are you a time traveler?"

"I wasn't until just now! Where I'm from people can summon one of three types of supernatural beings by drawing certain specific circles on the floor and this has been common knowledge for a while."

"That's not real," asserts the child.

"And yet here I am."

"Maybe I am having a dream."

"Try to read something? It's usually impossible to read in dreams."

"Maybe it isn't."

"Pretty sure it is."

"But you are a dream."

"I don't think I am! How can I prove to you I'm not?"

"I dunno."

"Maybe we can sit here until you're convinced no dream would last that long and be this realistic."

"You're not realistic."

"So there's no magic around here? Yeah, magic is incredibly unlikely, I doubted my senses when I first found out about it, too."

"...magic isn't real."