Her fae ass can run the streets all day while I have to stay away from the human population, something I'm going to put an end to first thing. Contrary to popular belief the sun won't burn us to a crisp, but just as with humans of a lighter shade of pale, our lack of melanin makes the s**t uncomfortable as f**k.
When we get overheated and our skin starts feeling like s**t, our tempers are known to flare. If that s**t gets out of hand we can morph into our true form, in my case a dragon and that's all I need for the asshole human brigade to go up in arms and start their pitchfork fuckery.
Since we'd been killing them out in droves back in the day, the meddling f***s that are our elders had decided that it was best if we avoided the sun altogether, which suits me just fine since I can rest
