Among the varied races in Isola , elves tended to not get hit as hard with the prejudices that were heaped upon other non-humans. Even so, Ryan was keen enough to know they still existed, no matter how blissfully aware he acted, and even he wasnât immune to the occasional harsh gazes given by strangers.
There was always that one person however - everyone knew the type. The type that finds the smallest thing to latch on to and berate an individual about.
In this case, it had been asking for the vegetarian option. Heck it wasnât even a choice that had anything to do with being an elf and yet here he was, befuddled and backing away from another customer who had decided now was the time to launch into a tirade about pointy ears and tree-hugging dwarves or whatever other forest creature they were mistaking him for.
âS-Sir I just... itâs...itâs a sandwich not a life-changing decision, I--â Another step back âI-Iâm an elf you know, not a dwarf or a fae!â Overwhelmed, the teen takes another step back and collides with the person behind him. Unsure if theyâd also been part of the line or had simply been part of the growing crowd Ryan turns to the girl and quickly apologizes. âAh, Iâm sorry! I didnât see you there, I swear! This guy just keeps yelling--!â
