I haven't spent enough time with Belcaris to know her moods or understand her mannerisms but one thing I could tell just from looking at her was she was hurt, finally opening up to me must have been hard, like she was reopening closed wounds or wounds that never healed.
"Are you talking about Xayvion's father?"
"So you know?"
"Not really, I asked Xayvion why the people here, including you, don't like him and he told me he has nothing to do with it, that the problem is probably between his late father and us"
"He's right, the problem started with him"
"What did he do, Bel?"
She ran her fingers through her hair
"A really long time ago, when mom and dad were still alive, we were considered outcasts, mostly looked down on and always ignored"
"Why?"
"This area isn't exactly associated
