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Yecely sat quietly in the shade. The table before her was illuminated by the sunlight from outside. On the table were a few scattered newspapers from two days past, a pencil, ink and a pen. A rather large wine glass stood on the corner of the table, barely touched. She pushed her reading glasses up as she read from a leather bound journal which she held in her hands. Yecely mouthed the words on the paged to herself. She was proofreading her article. It was due tomorrow.
Her eyes traced the woman who just came in. Her eyes also darted to the Elezen who winked at the newcomer. Yecely knew how this new patron felt at that very moment. The same guy was trying to buy her a drink just half an hour ego. Yecely's gaze was analytical by nature, and she could somehow tell this woman wasn't a native. Neither was she. She considered introducing herself, maybe making a friend. She noticed that the Elezen was about to make his move. She quickly left her makeshift workstation, took her glass of wine and joined the lone woman.
"Hey there. What's your name?" The Hyur woman gently pushed back a chair and sat in it. The sun played with her brown eyes, giving them a warm tone. "I'm Yecely."
Her eyes traced the woman who just came in. Her eyes also darted to the Elezen who winked at the newcomer. Yecely knew how this new patron felt at that very moment. The same guy was trying to buy her a drink just half an hour ego. Yecely's gaze was analytical by nature, and she could somehow tell this woman wasn't a native. Neither was she. She considered introducing herself, maybe making a friend. She noticed that the Elezen was about to make his move. She quickly left her makeshift workstation, took her glass of wine and joined the lone woman.
"Hey there. What's your name?" The Hyur woman gently pushed back a chair and sat in it. The sun played with her brown eyes, giving them a warm tone. "I'm Yecely."
I’m the bullies you hate, that you became.