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Quentin's sitting at the counter with one of the brochures and a pen marking that parts that don't make sense. There are lots of questions marks and use of a few specific words; how?, contract?.

He's eating a sandwich with a soda beside him as he works, looking up sometimes to note who comes in. When he goes back home, he's going to have as much information as possible about Milliways in case he comes back again or doesn't.

His disguise is up, leaving him looking like a fifteen year old boy just one who tends to hold his back rather straight.

(OOC: All threads set before Autor's. Open until it scrolls.)
Quentin (October Daye)

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"Almost?"

Michael's smile goes crooked.

"That puts you leaps ahead of most newcomers, I'd think. What are the parts that don't make sense yet?"

"Who's behind it and what allows it to keep working and exist as it does?"

Some of the oddities feel normal to him since they feel like how a land echoes its ruler, but there's no ruler.

"You know who's behind the workings of your world?"

Really?

"Parts of it and not personally, but I know the history,"

Every Fae knows of Oberon, Titania and Maeve who created Faerie and the Firstborn who shaped it.

"Mmm."

Michael leans over the bar, resting her chin on one upraised palm.

"And all history is true, is it?"

"No, of course not but a lot of it is confirmed,"

Fae live long enough that histories tend to be truer, some of them and the Luidaeg corrects problems too.

"Most people just have to take that sort of thing on faith."

Strange but true.

"Some things are like that but not a lot," Blood and power tell.

Michael laughs, green eyes bright.

"More than you'd think."

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"Like what?"

Faith isn't a huge part of his life, he knows who he is and what he can do. Trust is, but that's different.

"There's nothing at all that you believe without seeing?"

"Well, yes, I mean most history feels like stories and I don't know all the hows and whys and what I've thought was correct wasn't. Its just some people exist,"

Its hard to have this conversation without explaining a lot that he can't.

"People here all know Milliways exists -- well. Most do, when they don't think it's a hallucination. But some of them have faith that the door will always open when they need it."

She gestures to the room at large.

"Or that there's a reason for them coming here, something beyond chance and happenstance. That's faith, too. It isn't all myth and legend and religious mystery."

"It does that?" He hadn't heard that before.

"I can't say. The evidence doesn't overwhelmingly support one opinion over the other."

At least so far as Michael chooses to tell.

"It seems possible, I mean if people know how to talk to the magic here,"

Sort of like how the Duchess talks to the roses and the Rose Road, if Milliways has something like that, it would fit.

"Do you do a lot of talking to magic?"

"Sort of, it depends,"

Its not his skill but he knows that its important to know what makes a place itself. And part of blood magic and illusions is knowing how to listen and react to what's happening.

Michael raises an eyebrow.

"On?"

"What about you? I don't think I got your name,"

He's said too much and has no idea how to get out of this conversation without saying more than he should.

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"I'm Michael."

She holds out a hand to shake.

"As my Father named me."

"Quentin," He shakes her hand and smiles at the phrasing, which makes him think of the Luidaeg.

"Nice to meet you, Quentin."

Her smile goes crooked again.

"And I can tell you that I don't do much talking to magic, back home."

Or here, for that matter.

"Right, yeah, its weird how magic seems really comfortable for some people but not for others,"

And what he can say and not say.

"Slightly less weird when you realize that some people only believe in science."