Evander scowls, standing over the human. She was nothing to behold, really — she had no wings. Her eyes did not shimmer like the sun. Her hair did not reach her ankles. She almost looked plain. An insult, really. To him and his honor. A plain little — little human girl held the ability to craft things with paper. An ability that he did not possess. He loathed it. He loathed everything about her. “Why, you aren’t a magician at all.” He observed, stepping closer to her and toying with a piece of her hair. “In fact, you’re quite unremarkable. I’m almost disappointed.”