"I ought to know better. I work with animals for a living," Fabrice replies with a brief shake of his head and a quiet smile. "The magic?" He tilts his head, curious. He knows it's rather obvious while he's shifting, but he never expected for anyone to pick up on the magic of his deer form while he merely remains a deer. "Oh. I didn't know I glowed while shifted," he muses, trying not to think of how much Cecilia is likely to make fun of him for it.

His eyes widen as he watches Auryn, clearly a witch himself, creates a ball of light from out of thin air. "That's incredible," he tells him. "So you can trace power and form it into something tangible?" It seems to him like one hell of a power to have.

"Or if you just happen to get in their way," Fabrice says with a shrug, trying not to dwell on the night Violet Coombs confronted him and nearly sent him to his grave. "God forbid you simply exist as you are, with all your ideals and just trying to get by." He shakes himself a moment later, instantly regretting his words. "Sorry. That sounds so bitter, and I'm not, really."

"Running from the crowd, as a matter of fact," he says with a wry grin. His smile falters when Auryn gestures towards the town, making the connection at last. "Yeah. I'm a cousin, but yes. That Coombs family."