The smell of salt on the air was pleasant to Lysona, almost pleasant enough for her to ignore the stares. So much for her father's words about Aborline being more open to strangers. She sighed softly, feeling the guards staring at her back as she passed them. Maybe she should have just dealt with the humans back home. At least she knew them, even though they hated her either way.<br/><br/>Lysona was tired of being caught between two worlds while having neither to call her own. Elves were ashamed of her, and humans hated her. There were times when she wished her father had met a human woman to fall in love with rather than a frail elf who couldn't give birth to a half-human without being killed in the process.<br/><br/>She paused, shaking her head. Could she really feel such anger to her own mother? Lysona combed her fingers through her mid-back silver hair. "Forgive me," she said softly in Elven, looking up at the sky.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Really?! BC....really?! You stop, to let that elven MUTT cross the road before us! I spilled the last of my weed because of it! I mean honestly you should have trampled her ass not like anyone would have cared!â€ she snapped loudly as she went on to rant in dwarven. Loosely translated into, â€œFucking waste of space and air, the elves were! Isn't there a tree or something she should be hugging or kissing?! And since when were they tainting the human pool with their blood?â€</span><br/><br/>Lysona glared at the human woman sitting atop a bull. It would have been a curious site if the woman hadn't been so rude. She was used to it, and looked down at the weed she had spoke of. Lysona paused, wondering if she should even bother to pick it up.<br/><br/>"Seems your companion has more manners than you do," Lysona said in common tongue. She shrugged her thin shoulders and stood back from the path to let her pass when a man approaching middle-age walked up to them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Excuse me, my lady," he said, approaching the angry bull-rider. "But I'm sure this woman didn't mean to step in your way." He smiled genially at her and bowed to both her and the elf. "Perhaps we can all forget anything that was said in anger and travel together to an inn...you both look as if you're at the end of a long journey, and I know the innkeeper around these parts."</span><br/><br/>The Elf shot a glare at the woman and nodded to the man. "An inn sounds good right about now." She had been traveling for nearly a week to get here, and her first impression was not a good one. However, it didn't seem that the human woman was from Aborline.