[ That's the bit she dislikes the most about this — the forced part of it. It goes against something that runs very deeply within her, what makes up her spirit: she is not meant to be controlled. No fae is. The bracelet itself feels like a cage by default, as does the clothing, the mask, for she chose none of it herself.

He certainly is knowledgeable in ways she may not be, having come from a world with such technology. She'll remember that, for she has the feeling that their experience with strange things in this place has only just begun. ]

Where I am from, colours have association with different magics. One knows by the colour of a thing what to stay clear of. [ She looks again to the orange of her own wrist, the yellow of his. ]

You are right. Their meaning could be completely different here, or even mean nothing at all. Perhaps in our search for someone to.... question [ interrogate ], we may keep an eye out for the colours that others have been assigned.

[ The pair of them trying to inconspicuously make note of everyone else's colours as they sneak around? Foolproof. ]