Blending in

Yivythelgh sat in a corner of the corner of a small tavern reading a book. Despite passing very much as a human, even to the degree that a powerful wizard couldn't see through the ruse she was nervous that she wasn't quite blending in. Mostly knowing to repeat things she'd seen other 'humans' do it wasn't quite a one for one comparison.

Most of the time they only people to notice were men, and they just thought her quirky. The few women who'd point things out helped her know what she did was off and why. Speaking to her like a child who didn't know better, which wasn't completely untrue. Still she stuck to burying herself in a book and trying to blend in.

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