Fae and Fare (The Wandering Inn, #2)

by Pirateaba

But of course, any action against faeries prompts a greater or equal reaction. She dumps snow on my head. I swear and flash her again. With my finger. It shines into the sky, so bright I can see the beam even in the light of the day. It turns out that I can adjust the intensity of the light very well, and so I blind the faerie again. “Ye daft bugger!” She flies around erratically, as I shine my light at her, and then she stops, flies back on my head, and grins at me. “Ah, well. ‘Twas quite a good surprise!” That’s faeries for you. Insult them a bit and they’ll hound you, but do something like that and they just regard it as a bit of fun. I’m starting to understand them more, but they always surprise me a bit. The faerie on my head doesn’t even seem to mind the light anymore. I frown at her as I walk on, trying to substitute the pain in my head by thinking about faeries. “Did you just turn off your eyes or something?” “What? Are ye stupid? Nae. I just saw past the light, ‘tis all.” “…I see.” Multiple layers of vision?

Oo layers of perceived reality or more like along the spectrum from human to bees?