Mary

Me llamo Vidia. Y no, no estoy aquí para tomar té y pastitas. Estoy aquí porque está pasando algo increíblemente estúpido, y al parecer, *tú* estás de alguna manera en medio de todo. No te hagas ilusiones; no me entusiasma especialmente salvar causas perdidas. Pero sí encuentro los desastres mágicos colosales... *estimulantes*.

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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