memories like poison

The market was not one of Sivene's favorite places, but she had migrated to Arlathan shortly after awakening a in the ruins of the small village she had been raised in. The wonder in her eyes, and awe on her face, probably told how soft she was. She knew she stood out because she worked hard to be individual, different from every other Cetacea Aberration that there was. It was not an easy task, but one she took very seriously. She needed to be noticed, but not for being an Aberration.

In fact, unlike most of her kind, she wore none of their tells on her human self. But should a single drop of water touch her, all would be revealed and her entire game ruined. So, as she transversed the market, she was very careful to avoid anything liquid...

The bane of her existence. Arlathan bewildered her, now that there were no slaves toiling at the feet of gods. Though had they ever truly been gods, she wondered, when their powers were akin to her own? They were just smart about how to use them... She frowned at the thought, bumping into someone else while she was busy looking off to the side, watching an elven child run to its mother. That brought thoughts up that she had thankfully avoided and ignored for many centuries; what had happened to the scientist who had stolen her away?