She waited till he handed her the drink she requested and finished talking. “Uh…” Gwenyth thought for a moment, “it’s kind of hard to explain, but the ‘realm’ is called Contravisum.” She shrugged sheepishly, not entirely sure if realm was even the correct term or if it was something else. Sythaerin then bluntly asked why she wouldn’t be welcome in his kingdom followed by the very question she’d heard all her life and even asked herself multiple times. It was rather rude but she quickly dismissed the notion and took a sip of her apple cider. “Well, um. long story short: I am a Tribrid. I’m human, elven, and dragon.” She took another sip before gently cradling the glass in her hands, “The reason I said that, is because where I’m from the humans see my pointy ears and want nothing to do with me, the high elves, the race of elf I’m descended from, with their sense of superiority view me as an abomination, and the dragons, with the exception of my mother, are ashamed of me.” Gwenyth took a step back and half expected one of the two usual reactions: Either the person runs away or they gather a mob and try to kill her.
@elixr ~ Sythaerin