Plotline: Main
Type: Social
"I have just noticed," Jun Mah said, "It's not that your eyes have large and dark pupils. They seem entirely black."
I shrugged. "Have been since the day I was born."
"Humans don't have eyes like that, not unless something's wrong with them."
Wait, what? How had I fooled so many people, with such a flaw in my transformations? I thought back on how people had treated me.
Had I fooled them?
Were the Daurians just pretending not to notice out of some manner of politeness?
"That is good to know." I said, "But I think I shall keep my eyes, at least for now."
I picked up a tree branch, and began to nibble on it."
"And that right there is another thing people do not do. People do not eat wood."
"True, but some biting insects do. I've found an ability to gather food easily to be a survival trait." I said.
"It is unnerving to watch." she said.