"Oh... I didn't know." Cynane said, coming over to stand by the cart. Stripe lifted his head from the grass and snorted at her by way of greeting, and she pushed his bill absently away with one hand.
"I wouldn't imply anything like that. I just said it without thinking because... I... yeah, I've got nothing. Just, sorry." She leaned against the wheel.
"I never really thought of you as being mistreated just for the tail. There's a race called Felynes where I come from that tend to get that a lot, but they're like cats that walk on two legs. And their cousins, the Melynxes, they're inclined towards banditry and thieving. I don't agree with it, but I could see where people might develop animosity or feeling of superiority over them."
"I wouldn't imply anything like that. I just said it without thinking because... I... yeah, I've got nothing. Just, sorry." She leaned against the wheel.
"I never really thought of you as being mistreated just for the tail. There's a race called Felynes where I come from that tend to get that a lot, but they're like cats that walk on two legs. And their cousins, the Melynxes, they're inclined towards banditry and thieving. I don't agree with it, but I could see where people might develop animosity or feeling of superiority over them."