"He does not believe in magick, and is a cold product of this modern world, of soulless and passionless doldrum.  He is one who is the antithesis of wonder, he is stark, cold and rationalizes anything he cannot understand away...  and for that, he is painful to be around," explains the sidhe, who now spreads her robes to settle on the grass, in a nice little patch.  She draws her legs up under her, in a lotus position, and takes a few deep breaths. 