Months and months ago, back in Nott, I was tryin' to find any books about their magic that I could. There's not many, since they teach their kids so young, and almost all the books are written for little kids. Stories about animals who blow shit up from their temper, or who send things flyin' out the window 'cause they're careless. [ Sounds familiar. ] But I found this one book in a shop, and I only read it 'cause the illustrations were so pretty. It was about flowers and plants in the Feywilds, and the very start of the book was sayin' that no one who enters the Feywilds make it back out. The faeries kill humans who wander in. Enough that there's legends and fairytales about people who survived at all. So the humans in this world learned not to fuck with other... races? Species? Whatever. I guess they decided better safe than sorry.

[ She's not an expert. She literally read part of one book once, and she's just relaying information. But it makes sense to her, that if the humans kept getting killed, they'd eventually develop a sense of self-preservation out of it. Vampires and werewolves certainly seem more dangerous than faeries, at least to someone who didn't know they were real before last year. But then again, what does she know?

Her foot swings slowly in the air, where she's crossed her legs, and she looks pensive. ] Maybe only the humans are obsessed with the Singularity. If the vampires and werewolves and faeries ain't worried about gettin' control of it, the humans would be dumb as fuck to bother 'em and drag 'em into it. Not that humans ain't dumb as fuck, but it would be a special new level of stupid.