Perhaps ignoring everything that does not fit their own world or routine is the only way they can accept our presence. As far as I know, there were no such events before that one November, which might mean that it is related to us. If they were to acknowledge that madness, they'd have to hold us responsible.

[And force them to wash dishes and clean sidewalks twice a year. The horror.]

I'm hardly one to talk about allowing children to participate in dangerous situations, I'll admit. But there's a difference between letting trained and well-equiped mages battle monsters alongside adults, and forcing a single child who has never travelled to walk three days in the middle of a snowstorm.