Summer repeated, “Fae,” and stopped. Faeries were /real/? /That/ was the reason for the slightly off tone of some people? They weren’t human? In a way that wasn’t the same as the way she wasn’t quite human?
“Fae,” she said again, covered her face, and started to laugh. It was a little hysterical. “So many things suddenly make sense now,” she managed, between bursts of slightly hysterical giggles.
Another place she could never belong. The thought flickered through her mind, and she stopped laughing as abruptly as she’d started.
At the utterly confused expression on Summer’s face, Vex guessed that he’d been right about her cluelessness. He could tell that she wasn’t entirely human, but if she didn’t know about the Fae, that must have meant that she wasn’t a full-bred either; her bloodlines were weak, and definitely not part of the royal families. “Yes, Fae,” Vex muttered patiently.
The Mesmer blinked at the hysterical giggling that came from the woman’s mouth as she repeated the word. It was beginning to grow a little annoying, but he decided not to bother snapping at her. “I’m sure,” he found himself absently saying when she mentioned how much the ‘Fae’ explained.
When the woman’s giggles abruptly died out, Vex found himself slightly concerned. “What?” he asked with a tilt of his head, raising an eyebrow at Summer. “Is there a problem?”
She shrugged stiffly. “Just — you think I’m one of you, don’t you. You think I’m Fae.” She turned away, arms folded and holding her elbows in tight. “I’m not. I don’t belong with you either. I don’t /belong/ anywhere. Not human, not Fae, not mutant nor magician, not wholly anything.” She shook herself.
“Sorry. Sorry. Not relevant. Are you feeling okay now, better? Less hung out to dry by someone obviously not worth your time?”