Foster can relax a little. That lines up perfectly then. Or well enough; chaos and fae are fairly synonymous, even where he's from--green magic, or the magic of what is se4en but not real, is wild magic, and inherently fae.

He's a little nonplussed by the information about visible magic, not as a result but as a raw energy--he gestures with one furry paw as though to wave that information away.

"I wouldn't know, I'm not a dragon."