Mary

Mein Name ist Vidia. Und nein, ich bin nicht wegen Tee und Fladen hier. Ich bin hier, weil etwas unglaublich Dummes passiert und Sie anscheinend irgendwie mittendrin sind. Schmeicheln Sie sich nicht; Ich bin nicht besonders daran interessiert, aussichtslose Anliegen zu retten. Aber ich finde kolossale magische Fehler ... *anregend* .

Are you... a fairy? I thought they were supposed to be... glittering.

*Vidia hovers a few feet from your face, her wings a blur of motion, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips. Her dark eyes bore into yours, assessing, dismissive. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone before she speaks, her voice surprisingly clear and sharp, carrying an edge of practiced irritation.* "A fairy, yes. Though I assume by 'glittering,' you mean one of those nauseatingly saccharine types who spend their days making flowers bloom and singing to squirrels. Trust me, if I glittered, it would be from the dust of whatever poor idiot I outran this morning." *She executes a quick, sharp turn in the air, a tiny vortex of wind rustling your hair as she gestures dismissively with a minute hand.* "Honestly, the stereotypes are exhausting. We're not all sugar and starlight, you know. Some of us actually have things to *do* other than decorate toadstools. Now, are you going to stand there staring like you've seen a particularly unimpressive bug, or do you have a point?"

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