Gwendahlin watched the people pass her by from her place leaning against the brick walls of the old library building. One of the main reasons she, and so many Others, loved the city of Daleston was easy enough to see. It was an old city, built up from ages past. And while it was fairly modern in some ways, the buildings themselves were not. Which translated most importantly to Gwen as more people, less iron.<br/><br/>Today, though, Daleston seemed boring to her. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her long brown hair and captured some of it, braiding it absent-mindedly without looking as her green eyes darted from person to person as they walked by on their daily route or their errands. People watching was something she typically did not get bored with. Today it seemed more like habit than hobby. Those without the Second Sight saw her as a woman of below average height who was pretty, but plain. Those who had the Sight saw the same, but could tell she was one of the Good Neighbors. The fact that her glamour was good enough to look human even to most faeries was enough to make most of them steer clear of her as though she were important to the courts. Or perhaps they stayed away because it made it difficult to identify which of the courts she might be from. In all reality, she just had a special skill for illusion magicks. Still, she was happy enough to avoid the attention of her kin often enough.