In Hermione's world, fairies (note the spelling) are small, insectoid pests with very pretty wings and an annoying tendency to make high-pitched buzzing sounds; faerie are legends based on the facts.
It's not really surprising that Hermione's eyebrows go right up.
All the same, she's become accustomed to the idea that in Baedal one might encounter just about anything and anyone, and so she's more surprised than disbelieving. After all, it might explain why Ilde seems a little off- but Hermione is very wary of simply blaming that on species. It doesn't quite feel fair. "I've never come across a faerie before," she says, and then realises how silly that sounds. "--good grief, listen to me. I don't mean that I plan on gawking, just that it's interesting, the...diversity of the city's population. Sort of amazing, too, when you think about the sheer scope of whoever or whatever brought us here."
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It's not really surprising that Hermione's eyebrows go right up.
All the same, she's become accustomed to the idea that in Baedal one might encounter just about anything and anyone, and so she's more surprised than disbelieving. After all, it might explain why Ilde seems a little off- but Hermione is very wary of simply blaming that on species. It doesn't quite feel fair. "I've never come across a faerie before," she says, and then realises how silly that sounds. "--good grief, listen to me. I don't mean that I plan on gawking, just that it's interesting, the...diversity of the city's population. Sort of amazing, too, when you think about the sheer scope of whoever or whatever brought us here."