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It's been three days since she arrived, and Regan has gotten a little bit used to the Home. She stays out of it as long as she can, all the same, so she doesn't have to worry about trying to interact with her Hearing roommates. It isn't that she thinks they're bad people. It's just . . . a lot. Another reminder that she's not like them. That she's Other.

So, she wakes up early and heads out, and she stays out all day, until just before curfew, and heads back in. She does that every day, now, and maybe it's a little cowardly, but she's also giving herself time to get used to the city proper, using the map Greta showed her and marking things of interest on it as she goes.

She's marked the cat cafe down, and that really cool tinker's shop.

She's set to start school next Monday. It would have been sooner, but she requested an extra week. Part of it is because she's nervous. She'll have an interpreter, but it's been so long since she's been in school. What if she's behind her peers?

She doesn't want to think about it. Instead, Regan heads towards the park, wearing her new winter boots that Greta helped her buy. She swings by an Ahab's and grabs herself a hot cocoa with espresso in it, and ends up adding extra sugar to sweeten it back up. The park is a nice place, and she gets to see all sorts of different things and people here.

Even if she's just killing time until curfew.

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She's heard about magic since coming here. Not, like, in the abstract sense: Beau had believed in magic in his own way, of course. Regan probably had, too, when she'd been younger. But Greta had told her that, here, people come from places with real magic.

It's still kind of hard for her to believe. She hasn't seen much of it yet, so it's easy to pretend she'd never learned it at all. But now she's faced with it again, and she tilts her head, unable to hide the uncertainty — very nearly the fear, even — at the remark.

"Real magic?" she asks, a bit hesitantly.

Regan's eyes go wide and a little -- sensibly, honestly -- trepidatious, and Blue nods, her "Yes" certain but not overenthusiastic.

"Good and bad. I had a friend there who could dream things into life. Make dream things real," she adds, because she's not sure how to explain what Ronan does. "But there were scary things, too."

"And my family are all psychic." She spells it out. "Except me. I don't know if that's magic, though. That's more like...seeing more."

Regan isn't even sure how to take this information. Psychic? Can Blue understand Regan's thoughts? No, she said she wasn't. Regan tips her head a little.

"You're the only one in your family that isn't psychic?" she asks. That sort of sucks. Kind of like being the only one in the family that can't hear.

"Yeah," Blue says with a wry smile. "Fun, right? I..." She hesitates for a moment, because it's hard to explain her ability and she's always a little hesitant about revealing it. It's such an easy thing to see as useful, and Blue doesn't like being seen as an advantage, not a person. But Regan is a teenager, and doesn't -- as far as Blue can tell - have any powers that are likely to use hers. "I do have my own powers. But mostly what I do is make other people's powers stronger. I got dragged into the room when my mom was trying to see something a lot."

She does have other abilities, she knows, from what she's been told particularly by Gansey coming from her own future. But she doesn't know how to use them, here, and she's not sure what all they entail or if she even wants to risk finding out. Maybe something she should find out, someday.