Being a human that moved into an underground city of teufellen and other races that other humans treat as unwanted, I thought I was going to be mistreated as they are above ground. But they have treated me more kindly, more humanely, than any of my own race ever have my entire life. -- BKF
[AN: Spelling corrected for one species]
Here, away from the sun, I am just a skilled crafter of fine objects. Silver, gold, copper... I will make things from wood if need be. They don't care what I look like.
In my old existence, up on the sunside as they call it, I was Ugly Meila. The woman nobody could want. Club foot. Hare lip. Strawberry birthmarks in weird patches all over. And a constellation of obvious moles. There's facial hair, too. I'm told that nobody can help how they were made, but they sure as hell should be able to help how they act.
And yes, I do spend some time journeying to a sunny patch once a week so the lack of sun doesn't poison my blood. How do you think Sunsday got its name? Other than that little inconvenience, life in the Everdark is shockingly easy.
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