text; local human doesn't know what a human is.

[andstill]

Type: Text
Sender ID: andstill (Ardbert Hylfyst)
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Subject: 🧍‍♂️?
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Figure it's normal that someone would come here and see people the likes of which they've never seen before. Makes sense, that. New place, new people.

Thing that's confusing me is, more folk here look like me than ever did back home. All skin, ears the shape of seashells, two eyes, somewhere on the short side of of the mean. We call people like me hume, back home. Or hyur? I think it was hyur. Something like that. We cluster together sometimes, big families and all. But most cities, you'd see all kinds of folk. And they'd be built to be used by all kinds of folk, too. Everything made for people of all sorts of sizes.

Here it feels like every other person is my size. And I don't know I've seen more than a couple doors that a zun could get through comfortably.

That's not normal, is it? For there to be so many hume and so few of everyone else?

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[historiology]

Yeah, after Mikleo and I lost our parents as babies, Gramps took us in. We're not related, but that doesn't matter. I guess I'm just used to being around others that are different to me. It's something else being here, or back home leaving the village meeting other humans. Their customs and celebrations and rules and everything.