an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Sivene hmmed, and then she shrugged. My genetic structure is weird. That's what the scientist always said. It was a throwaway comment, as if she didn't realize that maybe she should keep that information to herself.

She resumed walking, hands behind of her back. What do you do for work? It fascinated her to learn about what others did as their jobs; hers was a simple skill, picked up whilst in a village, and old era hand-stitching was hard to come by these days as many would use magic to craft a tad faster. But magic didn't give as precise stitching.