diatu | All forests are magic.

All forests are magic.

Who: Jude and YOU
Where: Various
When: backdated to sometime in late August
What: unorthodox gardening and party games, not at the same time
Warnings: underage drinking

SRS PROMPT

Somewhere within the Magicademy grounds, under a tree that looks like it’s on fire, there sits a Jude. Her familiar, Silverfrost, is lounging lazily among the top branches.

She’s concentrating, wand in hand. After a minute, she will start drawing sigils in the air, along with the requisite incantations. Nothing happens for a while -- almost too long a time. Then, suddenly, the red leaves shiver, even though there is no wind on this fine evening. Little by little, the tree begins to...morph -- or rather, grow, specific branches sprouting forth and intertwining with a specific purpose.

It’s the silhouette of a person, though it’s abstract enough to require some interpretation. Still, if you look at it from a certain angle, it’s possible to make out a torso, an arm, an elegant hand resting against the curve of a cheek. The facial features are mere suggestions, but a wreath of leaves winds itself around the sculpture’s head, like a coronet made of rust-stained gold.

Silverfrost gives a soft trill, disturbed from his nap by the movement of branches, and makes his way down to the ground. Which is also the exact moment Jude looks up from her work, her eyes meeting that of her observer. Judging by the sharp look she gives them, she was not expecting company. ~~Judging by the faint flush on her face, she may be... embarrassed?~~

“...yes?”

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NOT VERY SRS PROMPT

How does Jude end up at these parties? Who knows. More importantly, who cares. She certainly doesn’t, which may be attributable to the fact that she is, for once in her life, quite drunk.

Quite. Drunk.

It also appears as if someone has somehow obtained (stolen? bought? faked?) one of those Intimation Crystals the Sundering Researchers were using for that experiment some time ago. Or at least a device very much like it. The point is, it will light up if you lie, so you shouldn’t lie¹.

Why would this be important? Because currently, the crystal is in Jude’s hand. She sets down her goblet, faces the loose circle of people spread across the room, and pronounces:

“Never have I ever cheated on a test.”

Time to drink up.
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^{1. Disclaimer: Crystal may not be a genuine article, approved or tested by magicians who knew what they are doing. Device may require a licensed operator. Improper use may result in false positive readings, ruined nights, drunken fisticuffs, the uncontrollable need to sneeze, stubbed toes, bad hair, and/or death. Please enjoy responsibly.}

[[OOC: So as may be obvious, this is a game of Never Have I Ever! If anyone wants to threadhop around on this prompt and react to other people’s answers/questions, please do! The more ~~chaotic~~ the merrier :>b]]

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Isabel's brows flew up, even as her own familiar trots over to touch noses with the other cat, ears and whiskers held forward in friendly fashion. Sometimes, Chaos is far more the statesman than his mistress. This is one of those times.

"Um, really I just thought something was in the tree. I did see you there, but..." Flustered and put on the spot! She can't help but babble, but she tries, but then gives up and shrugs.

"Didn't mean anything by it, honest. Though you've sure got skill!" Luckily Isabel's not the type to give a hollow compliment.

She exhales, and a little of the tension leaves her face (if not her body). Instead, she frowns upwards at the tree sculpture/growth, looking half-sheepish, half-put off, like someone who's been caught doing something inappropriate.

"It's just practice. I got bored." Why is she explaining herself? Why is she sounding so defensive? She's immediately annoyed at herself, especially upon realizing that her familiar apparently has no problem at all with strolling up to curious stranger(s' cats) and exchanging greetings.

With another sigh, Jude picks herself off the ground and motions at the (presumable) something in the tree. "That's Silverfrost."

Isabel can't see anything wrong about it. It's nice, and there's a degree of skill she couldn't achieve in it. (Contrary to popular belief, Isabel is not good at everything; her artistic skills are a bit lacking in execution--save for 'fashion sense' and music.)

"It makes perfect, as they say." Isabel shrugs at that, then. She's no stranger to driving herself hard when the situation merits it, so she's not going to judge. Sure, she notices the defensiveness, but she's not going to call the other girl on it--there but for the grace goes she, after all.

"Oh, how handsome!--the big oaf sniffing at your familiar is Chaos." Who turns and gives Isabel a reproachful look from copper eyes. "Oh please, you're nearly as big as a German shepherd, and I know that's typical for your kind, but if the shoe fits!" Yeah, she'll make him wear it.

She watches the interaction with some interest -- her and Silverfrost rarely communicate quite like that. He seems to enjoy her company, and he's been helpful more than once, but banter isn't really in her repertoire.

Either way, she's grateful for a topic that doesn't touch on weird tree sculptures which may or may not be molded after the likeness of people she knows.

"Chaos? That's an interesting name."

"Well, it's one that fits. He certainly can be, if given the opportunity." Meanwhile, Chaos is doing the very feline thing of pretending he's too dignified for all of this, and has seated himself to bathe a paw and then wash his face.

"He's the first cat I've known to decide I'm his person, though. I try to respect him as much as I can, but sometimes I just have to tug his tail. Figuratively, not literally. I've been taught that's not a thing you do to cats." More by a cat in her youth, too. Her grandfather was very fond of cats and had a whole herd of them in his lab.

"Your familiar is very handsome, though. Handsome? Is he a he?" Silverfrost was about on Chaos' scale, considering they were both clearly Maine Coons, but even the ladies could grow up to be large and in charge, and Isabel didn't want to offend.

"He is." She pauses, a bit awkwardly, before adding, "Thank you."

"I didn't have a familiar before this, either. It's not very common, where I'm from." She can only really think of Val Moren, the Court Poet, and his giant raven.

"It's... nice, though. Having someone you can trust."

Is Silver preening? He might be preening, his bushy tail curled over his paws as he sits there, with his eyes half-closed.

Isabel...is trying very hard not to laugh at Silverfrost. Yes, she'd agree he was preening--or looking smug at the very least! She balls her hand into a fist and presses it against her mouth, glancing over at the other girl.

Chaos, for his part, finishes his impromptu bath, and then goes over and gives Jade a headbutt in the leg. It's not terribly aggressive for his size, but she'll definitely feel it, because if nothing else, Chaos has a presence. But that sobers up Isabel.

"Ooh, he approves, he doesn't do that to that many people!" And then, as she shakes her head. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Isabel Knight."

"Jude Duarte." She bows -- it's hard to tell, here, who's old-fashioned and who isn't, so she defaults to the Anastara standard. "It's nice to meet you."

The familiar at her side gets a slightly bewildered stare. Having never actually had pets of any kind, she's not entirely sure how to react. Sure, Silver likes to be petted now and then, but she has no idea whether that extends to other cats.

After a minute's thought, she decides to crouch down and extend a hand for him to... sniff? Maybe? "...hello."

Silverfrost observes the entire scene, his tail tip twitching.

"Are you from Anastara?" It might seem like she's asking Chaos, until she glances at Isabel.

Isabel shakes her head, then. "I'm from Earth...sort of, by way of a nexus-world. My dad was born on Earth, we still go back there sometimes."

Chaos just blinks a moment after sniffing Jude's hand, before he leans in to give it a rub. Not quite marking her, but he's easygoing and affectionate--if Silverfrost acts offended, he'll cheerfully back off--and flop in submission, because he has his own human girl, thank you!

That answer makes her perk up, her fingers still curled under Chaos's chin -- it's the first time she's heard someone mention something similar to her own circumstances. Her glance at Isabel is more searching this time, but her conversation partner looks human as far as Jude can tell. Not that this necessarily means anything.

Jude is human too, after all.

"What's a nexus world?"

"It's a place where many worlds join, basically. My dad found a portal drag racing his car with his best friend's car--his best friend is my cousin Stephen." Isabel chuckled at that, a little.

"So I mean, I lived on Earth for a bit, usually during the summers, and then during the fall and the rest of the time I lived...elsewhere. I think part of that was my parents hoping if I spent more time on Earth than my mother had, I wouldn't have the problems she did..." Isabel shrugged at that, then. "So far, it seems to have worked...then again, I don't think I'm as powerful as my mother is, either. Not that I mind that!"

That's a lot to take in. She concludes a couple things from this, though: one, Isabel's world probably isn't the same as hers after all. Secondly--

"You're not human, then?"

If there is a way to ask that question tactfully, she's not sure of it.

"Not human? No, no! I'm human! I just know magic on my world too--uh, they call it Awakening, at least for my type of mage."

Not really something she should probably be talking about, but Isabel figures, at least, that it's not something universal--maybe multiversal either, really. They get pulled from so many places, after all.

"Why, aren't you? I mean, you look human enough, but looks can sure be deceiving." Isabel couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"I'm human," Jude confirms. Looks can be deceiving, but it seems doubtful that anyone would want or need to make themselves look human in a world like this.

"It's just that humans don't commonly practice magic or travel across worlds, where I'm from."

"It's a little more common where I'm from, promise. Though there's really not that many of us." Then again, Isabel's family kind of was a congregation of them. That was decidedly not common for most mages, in fact.

Not that Isabel was about to comment on that fact.

"So what is common for humans, where you're from?" Curiosity killed the cat, after all.

"Being common, mostly." Her tone is wry, bordering on the edge of dismissive. "Unaware of how much magic dwells among and beside them."

"Sounds like Earth, really. And most of the humans from there," Isabel admitted. Which might have been the point, really.

"Then again, I try to be the type to see farther than the end of my nose--even before I Awakened as a mage. Back there. Here, well. Kind of no choice, you know? This place is steeped in it!" She laughed at that. "Have you found that to be so?"

Isabel sort of hoped so.

Rapunzel is confused, to say the least - she's only just arrived at the party, and Judge is the only familiar face she spots off the bat. So, moving with clear uncertainty, she edges around the circle of people over to Jude.

"Hello," she says softly, leaning down toward the other girl. "What are we doing?"

"...oh." She remembers that mass of golden hair, and the adventure that came with it. That was a pretty fun day, considering.

"It's a game. You drink every time you've done something someone else says they haven't done."

There's a beat, and then she remembers the little manners she has.

"Do you want to try?" There's a spot beside her, if she scooches over a bit. Which she does.

Rapunzel's hesitation shows on her face, but she takes the offered spot to sit.

"Sure. It sounds, um... Interesting?"

She's done very few things, after all, and she's not sure if that will make her good or bad at this game.

Another filled goblet materializes from somewhere and is placed before Rapunzel (it's almost like this game is about getting smashed). Jude nods approvingly, truth-crystal still in her hand.

"Well then: have you ever cheated on a test?"

The rest of the circle has already drank -- well, some of them. Not everyone is a cheater, apparently.

"Oh!... uh.. sorry-" Atem finally found his tongue as he sheepishly placed a hand to the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to stare but... I guess that is what I ended up doing." He'd only been looking for a little quiet corner of the campus to rest for a bit when he'd happened upon the girl and that magnificent tree. The brilliant foliage had caught his attention first, but the way she had woven her magic had also been mesmerizing. What followed..... he knew he shouldn't have seen but by that point it was far too late.

"Never seen a spell.... quite like that."

"It's just Discovery. Not that hard to discover a branch on a living tree." Sculpture? What sculpture? (Also, she's lying: it was pretty hard.)

That hair, though. She's seen a number of over-the-top hairdos in her time (even sported some, here and there), but that is... truly impressive. She might be the one trying not to stare, now.

"... Yes," He mused cupping his chin with one hand. "... but I mean I've never seen branches contorted into shapes before." Truthfully, he was a little torn on how much he should question this. On the one hand this seemed like none of his business, on the other..... if she was missing someone it might do her some good to discuss it. "Is he someone you know from back home?"

The staring didn't seem to bother him really. It was the usual response to that quaff of his, besides in his occupation he better be used to others looking at him.

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She glances up at the figure, and her gaze may linger a bit overlong on the coronet of leaves. Either way, there's not much point in denying that it is a vaguely human shape.

"No." That's a lie. "Just a dryad, I guess. Something to remind me of home."

...which brings her to a question, actually. "Are you one of the Sundered?"

It's not a very convincing lie either, not with the way her eyes gazed at her creation.

"Just a dryad," Disbelief in his words, but he likely wouldn't push her to much farther. He was a stranger to her, so not the most ideal person to confide in.

"Mm, yes I am." Nodding to that and dropping his hand back to his side. "I like to keep reminders of home with me as well.... though I'm not in a hurry to return just yet."

"No?" Is it obvious she's relieved they're getting off the topic of trees and dryads? Possibly. But she's also curious; she's not sure she's met many people who aren't on some kind of mission that they'd like to return to. Herself included.

"Why's that?"

The tree was forgotten for the moment but that didn't mean the subject couldn't resurface. The follow up question gave him a momentary pause as he decided how best to answer it.

"Sure- I would be glad to be reunited with my family and friends," ~~Some of his friends since not all of them resided in the some place unfortunately~~, "but I feel there is more I could do here."

Feeling that this likely was insufficient as an answer, he added a little more detail, "You see... I already accomplished what I needed to in my world.... and..... passed on."

"Ah." It doesn't surprise her as much as it should -- Kazuma's told her about dying -- but this man's pronouncement has a... finality... that Kazuma's didn't (especially since Kazuma'd mentioned dying more than once).

Still, it's awkward. What does one say? 'I'm sorry'? 'I'm sure you had a good life'? In the end, she settles for:

"I suppose that makes sense. The hurdles I'm facing aren't... quite as insurmountable."

...someone please rescue her from this awkward topic. "Is this world similar to yours?"

It wasn't a pleasant subject to most, so he was never sure whether to gloss over it or avoid it. Perhaps he'd missteped here but she seemed to be taking it in stride so perhaps not?

"... I wouldn't quite think of the afterlife in that way, it's actually quite pleasant." Trying to allay her uneasiness. "I was able to see people I never thought I would again..... my friends, my parents... it's not a frightening place awaiting my return." Sure, he was talking glowingly about death now, but there were some drawbacks. "I thought I was ready to remain in it, until I was brought here."

No help seemed to be on the horizon. "In some ways, but not others. Magic does exist in my world but it manifests in a different way. Also- there's a game here called Fantastic Foils that resembles a game called Duel Monsters in mine." To show her, he reached down to open two small boxes attached to his waist. Then he drew out both a Fantastic Foils deck, and his Duel Monsters deck to show her.

"I don't have anyone I'd really want to see." She mutters it quietly, though, almost to herself.

Also, he looks young to be dead. She's not going to ask about that now, though; if anything, that's an even more awkward conversation...

Instead, she'll step toward him to examine the decks of cards. They look-- interesting. Colourful. She reaches out to touch one, frowning. They remind her of something she's seen a long time ago, somewhere.

"How are they used?"

He picked up on what she said, and grew solemnly quiet for a few moments.

Also that was along the lines of the the point his friends from Japan had tried to impress upon him. They were part of the reason why Atem was not in a hurry to return to the afterlife their entreaties that he should use this as a second chance of sorts had not been lost on him.

When she examines them, he notes the expression. The question she asks should be a simple one but both games are rather more complicated than they appear on the surface.

"It's a two player game, so each person will have a deck of their own filled with a number of cards that have a variety of effects that can be used doing the course of a game." If she is really interested in learning the rules, he wouldn't mind going into more detail. "This one.." nodding towards the duel monsters deck, "Is made up of spell cards, traps, and monsters... but they can be broken down into more categories after that. It's really a complex game when you get into all the intricacies." He was going to have to play Fantastic Foils more often, especially since it had tangled with his friends before, and they might need his assistance again sometime.

She leans in, her interest actually caught now. Card games were not particularly in vogue among the gentry back home, but they were a common way to pass time within the Court of Shadows -- the spy ring which Jude had once belonged to. She'd learned to play (and cheat at) several games from a scarred goblin called the Roach. It was a skill that she'd... rediscovered at Diatu, particularly as a way to part gullible students from their hard-earned money.

But all of those games had relied on a standard four-suit deck. This is new. She points towards the Fantastic Foils cards. "And this one?"

~~Just don't ever let him catch you engaged in such shady endeavors~~. Atem had never been a great fan of cheaters himself and had beaten many of them at their own games before to bring a halt to such practices.

"This one is called Fantastic Foils and it's a local game." Then he proceeded to go into more detail about it. "It operates similarly- there are monsters within it and spell cards... which can create illusions of their effects without the assistance of technology... though I forgot to mention that for Duel monsters their images can be projected on specially designed duel fields or duel disks via holographic projectors." He usually didn't get into the tech side of it. "A match in duel monsters is called a duel, and in Fantastic Foils it's called a clash."

"... but anyway... Some spells in Fantastic foils will be able to counter others depending on their type. Type plays a greater roll in this game but even certain monsters can hold a variety of effects." It was more like rock-paper-scissors than Duel Monsters in that sense.

~~Not to worry, she's graduated to different/worse things now.~~

"I see." It's a complicated explanation, but she's got the gist of it at least. Knowing local customs is useful, though, even if she doesn't think she'll devote time to mastering this particular game.

"And the object of the game?"

~~Somehow that doesn't lessen the concern~~

At least if it comes up in passing conversations she'll know what is being referenced. Honestly, he should be devoting more time to Fantastic Foils than he has been since that game has presented some questionable pitfalls to it. The effects it can produce are magical in nature and when it leads to dimensional pocket space travel... then it really gets your attention.

"To best your opponent using a combination of luck and skill."

[I was going to try the not srs one, but I couldn't find a way rn to make sending a adult male-presenting being to a teen girl's party not weird.]

The figure is just vague enough that gender is ambiguous. Or maybe that's an angel's interpretation of a human-like shape made from a non-human source, but he likes to think that with those fiery leaves canopied above and that coronet of rusted-gold, the figure looks almost angelic. Almost. Like maybe it once was. He imagines it to have equally reddish leaves for hair, and can see in it the Greek's nymphs and understands for once how they might have captivated the imagination.

Aziraphale looks embarrassed enough for the both of them, at having been caught staring at the magical topiary and shuffles awkwardly with his hands folded over his stomach, fidgeting.

"I'm very sorry," he says, intruding a bit closer. "I didn't mean to intrude. But that really is marvelous and...extraordinarily beautiful. Is it supposed to be someone?"

Edited 2019-09-04 08:35 (UTC)

Spoiler: Jude doesn't actually have that much artistic talent -- it's just that it's easier to accurately Discover sculptures of the things (or people) you're emotionally driven about.

Spoiler #2: Jude is not very good at admitting to having emotions.

"No," she lies, blushing harder and tensing more. "Just what I remember dryads being like."

Good going, Jude, that doesn't sound defensive at all. Uhh, time to change the subject:

"Have we met?"

[[ooc: I noticed they're both taking Modification 1 and Discovery 1 in the mornings, so they could feasibly be in the same class(es) -- up to you :>)

It takes him a moment to place her face. Jewel? Jade? Jude?

"Modification class, if I recall, yes. I sit a few rows over." He steps over and extends a hand for a handshake, giving the dryad figure a closer look. "I'm Mr. Fell."

Her blush is telling of something, though he doesn't know her well enough to be sure if it is directly in relation to her subject the dryad, or due to being complimented on her work and embarrassed. The work is lovely, regardless of artistic talent. Part of that is undoubtedly her passion for the subject, and part of it is entirely Aziraphale's own reading into it.

"When you say this is based on memory, are you drawing on any classic references for your dryad?" The Pre-Raphaelites, perhaps. He was fairly certain dryads and nymphs featured in some of those; in any case, there were a lot of beautiful humans and nature, so it would been a fitting inspiration. "Or," he asks, turning back to her and chancing sounding like a bit of a loon (though he knew talking ducks--surely a world with living dryads wasn't out of the question...thought the walking, talking angel), "do you mean more like a living inspiration?"

She takes the proffered hand. Her handshake is firmer than perhaps necessary. "Jude Duarte."

It's his second suggestion that makes her... well, not start, not quite. Still, there is a certain focused interest in the way she looks at him.

"I've met some, if that's what you mean," she confirms. She's learned by now that other worlds come in all kinds of shapes and configurations, but she's yet to find someone who's familiar with the kind of magic she knows. He doesn't look like a fey (and though looks can be deceiving, she's hard to fool). Was it just a lucky guess on his part?

"Have you ever heard of Faerie?"

Had he heard of fairies? He had been called one before, which did not reflect well on the accuser's character. But yes, he had heard of fairies. Who hadn't?

He smiled innocently into that focused interest of hers and shifted under the weight of her stare. Maybe this was not a good idea after all, asking a potentially occult being such telling questions. Aziraphale might have bit off more than he was prepared to handle, especially if she was actually somehow a real fairy. One wily trickster was quite enough in his life, thank you.

"I do live in England; it is practically impossible to not have heard stories of fairies and the fae. The legends are woven into the fabric of the culture. However, I have it on very good authority that some of the work attributed to them might actually be demonic mischief."

[[This is so late, I'm sorry!]]

For what it's worth, Jude looks entirely unremarkable, at least as far as supernatural features are concerned. Rounded ears and everything.

Anyway, he seems... nervous, for some reason. She's not sure what to make it of it (and entirely unaware of the fact that it might be her fault for being unnecessarily intense).

She's not sure what to make of his answer, either.

"Demonic mischief? How do you mean?"

[[I'm so behind too, no worries.]]

He awkwardly fumbles his response.

"Well, I mean. Demonic. You know. As in the opposite of Heavenly. As in Down There." He points downward at the ground with a The Place That Shall Not Be Named kind of attitude. "It all sounds very silly, I'm sure, but I'm quite convinced that some of the minor trickery people associate with the Fae--things missing from or appearing in one's home, fairy gold turning to leaves, children swapped at birth," entirely by accident, mind! "--that kind of thing--are actually the work of a demon. But that's- that's beside the point. So...do you know actual fairies?"

There's something vaguely funny about all of this -- this elaborate (and wrong!) explanation for things she's been witness to her whole life. The idea of different worlds doesn't even occur to her right then; clearly there's fey where he's from, and he's just as clearly misattributing magic to... demons.

It's the last thing she'd have expected to hear.

"I'm one of those stolen children," she offers, because he's clearly referring to changelings, right? "So yes. I know some fairies."

"My dear, that was a quip about the misplaced AntiChrist. I didn't mean to suggest Crowley would really--"

He gives her another once over now, considering, looking at her in a new light. He can't sense anything Demonic or Angelic about her, but then he supposes he might not. If fairies did exist--somehow, it's all very implausible, or perhaps ineffable--they might be outside the realm of things an Angel could detect. And besides, she could have too faint a fairy aura (a light dusting of fairy ...dust?? from proximity) that he just could not perceive.

It made no sense, but then what ever did?

"--Really. A child stolen by fairies...I have never understood what they stand to gain by all that," he admits. "Maybe you could enlighten me." And politely not ask about the thing with the AntiChrist, he hopes.

"Because mortal children make for good servants. Or pets. Or meat stews. Or because the child's parents made an unwise bargain; or maybe the fairy just happened to feel like it." She shrugs. "The Folk are fickle and easily bored. A human life just doesn't mean much to them."

And that's about as much as she wants to elaborate on that. Which means that, unfortunately for Mr. Fell, it's her turn to ask questions.

"...remind me what the AntiChrist is."

Look, she's been living away from mortal realms for a long time. There's only so much human culture a girl can learn from once-a-month trips to the mall.

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"Terrible," he manages before her question, because what kind of life would that be for a child? What kind of life did that mean Jude had led, the poor dear?

The question gives him pause because it's been a rather long while since he's had to actually explain what the AntiChrist is. Humans of Earth have been well-aware of the concept for centuries; it haunts their literature and film, and often shows up as accusations in horrible right-wing political propaganda. Her question, then, makes him wonder if he has to first explain what Christ is. She may not have any knowledge of the human religions outside of those that include the fae. So, rather than ramble the entirety of Christian theology at her, he attempts a--what is it called? Those summary guides to literature? A Cliff's Notes version...as best he can.

"Well, he's the opposite of the Christ. The Anti- Christ. Christ, of course, being Jesus, the Son of God, whose death on the cross was to atone for humanity's sins. The AntiChrist is thus in direct opposition of that. He is the son of Satan and was supposed to herald the End of Times." Aziraphale wrinkles up his nose with indecision and then adds, "There was a bit of a fiasco, actually. It's, uh, quite funny in retrospect--now, wasn't so funny at the time, of course--but the newborn AntiChrist was supposed to be switched with the baby of an American politician...and it all went a bit wrong."

She's looking at him a bit oddly -- probably, she supposes, the way people might look at her if she tried to explain Faerie to them. She knows about churches and all of that, obviously -- she's not that sheltered -- but the stuff he's describing sounds almost as fantastical as... well, any other kind of prophecy.

She frowns, opens her mouth, and then seems to think better of what she was going to say. Eventually, she settles on:

"How do you know all of that?"

Because the End of Times or whatever definitely can't be common knowledge, right? People would be more panicked, surely.

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