Humans. Full humans.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the better to focus… and searched the crowd for his own kind, for Dasaroi minds. Here and there a flicker, as of a dying candle-flame, but ah – there. A familiar blaze of power. He opened his eyes and raised a hand in greeting to Martin, who leaned against the back wall of the train station, looking amused.
Yes, part of what Alexander Telenias is there to learn is to not be such a freakin' bigot.
* Train, not plane, because he doesn't trust planes. This is someone who idealizes a time period prior to air travel.
* Shayara is a walled city, and he's lived there and nowhere else for centuries of past lives. Vegas? Kinda wiiiide open to the desert. He's going to get a little agoraphobic.
More later. Too tired. Benadryl + Trileptal = brainfog & sleepytime.