Kali hurried down Main Street toward the cliffs, taking care not to collide with anyone along the way, as she didn’t want to miss seeing the sunset over the water. She rounded the town hall, with the enormous glassworks visible a couple of buildings down, and trotted out toward the edge.<\/span><\/p>\n The sun was just above the horizon, still bright but turning a fiery orange as it sank slowly to the water. She sat down on a comfortable grassy spot just a few feet from the edge that had become her favorite viewpoint, so caught up in her routine that she did not realize at first that she was not alone.<\/span><\/p>\n She recognized Nualia, of course. Kali had known who Nualia was within days of moving to Sandpoint. <\/span>Everyone<\/span><\/i> knew Nualia. Kali had seen all sorts of people in her family\u2019s travels, but Nualia still stood out: silver hair, purple eyes, and something about her that didn’t quite look human.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n What did mom say she was? Aas-something?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not polite to stare.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Kali turned her head away quickly, feeling embarrassed. She could tell her cheeks were flushing as she said, meekly, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Nualia was laying on her side in the grass just off to her right, one hand resting on her abdomen. Quite a few people in Sandpoint came out this way to watch the sunset every now and then, but this was the first time Kali had run into her here. For some reason it made her uncomfortable.<\/span><\/p>\n Nualia turned to face her.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re Kali.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t a question, but Kali answered as if it was.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, miss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n For just a fleeting moment Nualia looked annoyed and Kali was embarrassed again.<\/span><\/p>\n Dummy! Just talk to her like she\u2019s normal.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n People did weird things around Nualia. Not so much the ones living in Sandpoint, but those in the farmlands out to the east. They would ask to stroke her hair, or to have a lock of it, and to touch her face or hand. Some even asked her to kiss their children. Once while she was out with her parents Kali saw someone kneel at Nualia\u2019s feet in supplication, and beg or pray for something. She wasn\u2019t sure what because she couldn\u2019t hear the words, but her mom was very annoyed and remarked harshly about the farmers being superstitious. Her dad was more reserved, but she could tell he found it terribly rude and he was shaking his head as they walked away.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOther kids pick on you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Also not a question. This time Kali didn\u2019t say anything. Yes, some of them did; she was getting used to it and was learning who to avoid and who to ignore. That didn\u2019t mean that she wanted it pointed out to her. Uncomfortable under Nualia\u2019s gaze, Kali looked down and stared at a patch of dirt.<\/span><\/p>\n Nualia turned away, looking out over the gulf where the sun was dipping into the water, slowly turning from orange to a deep red.<\/span><\/p>\n After a couple of minutes she said, matter-of-factly, \u201cIt gets worse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The sun set in awkward silence.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a7<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Spring, 4701 Kali hurried down Main Street toward the cliffs, taking care not to collide with anyone along the way, as she didn’t want to miss seeing the sunset over the water. She rounded the town hall, with the enormous glassworks visible a couple of buildings down, and trotted out toward the edge. 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