I looked at Daphne, who shared the same glance. Erecting a small privacy charm. While the large number of people in the tent makes it easy to have private conversations, this was one I didn’t want to be heard accidentally. Returning my gaze to Apolline, I responded, "the part of not believing Fey exists is because of the Elder’s promise. The one that made the Fey seemingly disappear from existence. You need to see an Archfey to understand it."