[ Lauralae had felt much the same upon arrival here, all the odd beings, the newness of it, the strangeness of her own situation - the begging that this place had upon her physicality, when she felt so desperately afraid of it all. Learning to adjust and accept that this world was, in some ways, kinder than her own, had been a dangerous, deadly thing. There was no escaping that, not even now.
His sourness is, at least, familiar. It reminds her of those she had met once in the Unseelie court, the ones that had been so strange to her long ago. She has more in common with them now than she does with anyone who might once have been her "own" people. ]
It is the nature of things.
[ That is to say, she is not the kind to be cruel to him for having questions, even if she might not be able to answer them all. ]
There is some magic, but I cannot say what. I have not been able to find any source, nor do I sense the power of it from the family that owns this mansion. It is unfamiliar to me, and none have discovered the true cause yet.
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His sourness is, at least, familiar. It reminds her of those she had met once in the Unseelie court, the ones that had been so strange to her long ago. She has more in common with them now than she does with anyone who might once have been her "own" people. ]
It is the nature of things.
[ That is to say, she is not the kind to be cruel to him for having questions, even if she might not be able to answer them all. ]
There is some magic, but I cannot say what. I have not been able to find any source, nor do I sense the power of it from the family that owns this mansion. It is unfamiliar to me, and none have discovered the true cause yet.