“You’re right, it’s not part of your world. It’s not part of any of our worlds, from what I’ve figured out so far. And it’s definitely some kind of magic, too, but not like any I’ve ever seen.” Aella speaks about magic easily, like it’s something she sees every day. Which it is. Or was, until she ended up here.

She laughs, then, bright and amused as hell, before taking a sip of her drink. “Oh gods NO. Fuck no.” Not that she DOESN’T know a lot of people’s faces here. Just not everybody. “But people who have been here a while, or live here, look at their surroundings differently than people who are newly arrived.” They carry themselves differently. Act differently. It’s not a HUGE thing, but she’s seen a lot of people around. And a lot of people show up. She couldn’t help but notice.