"That's very good of you! We have homeless shelters and emergency mental health services will be out, no one'll freeze to death."

"Ah, good. Well, I was careful enough that I don't see any reason to bring the storm back, but good. Uh, who do you think I should talk to?"

"I haven't the slightest idea, I'm a purple grammar school teacher. Liset might know - deeeeeaar -"

"Purple grammar?"

"One-year-olds, but we just said our years probably aren't the same - I teach them the alphabet and a bit of reading and very simple maths..."

"I was confused about the purple part."

"Oh, purple's a caste. Farming and retail and unskilled labor and the service industries."

Nod. He is a bit tired of standing and leans against the wall. "Do any of those have magic?"

"No one in this world has ever observed any magic, that I know of. Do you want to come in?"

"If it's no problem," Felix smiles politely.

He feels a pang of pain in his chest, but since he was making an effort to smile it isn't noticeable and Felix himself ignores it.

Tentatively he walks in. "No magic at all?"

"I suppose it's possible we mean something different by magic. Deeeaaar -" 

Another woman walks in. She blinks at Felix. Her hair is yellow.

"Maybe? Skymagery is magic. It's why I have wings."

And to the new woman. "Hi, I am sorry for disturbing your evening."

"It's quite all right," she says rather automatically. "What do you mean when you say it is magic?"

"I think the technical definition is something like 'unconventional physics that are often responsive to the mind?' or 'mental aspects as fundamental mechanical units'? I don't remember. In practical terms it would be things like controlling the weather, flying, making plants grow or turning light into cloth?"

"We definitely don't have anyone who can do any of those things."

     "Can I get you a glass of water?" asks orange-haired woman.

Another pang of pain, which Felix notices.

"Yes, thank you. Uh, I don't think I introduced myself or I got your names. I am Felix Dalkaila," he gives a slight bow spreading his wings carefully.

"I'm Liset Atif," says the yellow-haired woman, "and my wife is Nasami Sa. How did you end up here?"

"I was flying through a place called the Shattered Skies and then it started acting weird, threads of energy everywhere, and then I was here."

"And how did you end up in this neighborhood and at our house in particular?"

"...I just picked somewhere basically at random. I didn't know... that I was somewhere like Anitam and stopping to ask for directions or a phone isn't that weird when you assume you're in your own country."

"It's not strange here either," says smiling orange, returning with a glass of water. "Though if you have alien hair and wings people might be very confused."

Felix sips. "Yeah, but it was logical thing to do given what I knew at the time. ...And I guess those people I scared were just reacting to the wings."

"You didn't notice that no one here had wings? Or are they very rare even at home?"

"They're rare. My world has seven billion people and only two million of those are skymages. Seeing one is rare and I guess people might be a bit scared if one just dropped out of the sky but... fascination would be just as likely as a reaction. Many people would want to touch the wings."

"I think most people wouldn't touch an alien," orange lady says. "The alien wouldn't know if we were clean, perhaps aliens wouldn't like touching... it'd just be very rude to presume."