2nd of Neth, 4722 A.R. - The Leeches Did Stay in the Water
"I imagine at least a small part of the lingering hostility you felt was the result of the acrobatics around the farmers." Kon shrugs, "Couple that with everyone here being a human and, well, you kind of stand out yourself. Back home oddities like you or me are accepted," he mumbles out an aside (for the most part), "but even there, a lot of folks prefer their own kind unless you prove your worth. And while I don't treasure the work, my family's role is the important task of smoothing over the relations between the spirits of the land and the people trying to live there. It's boring, but it usually came down to this same sort of isolated solidarity of a village not trusting something that wasn't their own."
Hefting his pack again, ensuring everything is in place for the journey, Kon turns back, "I'm not saying people don't appreciate your efforts. I'm just saying that sometimes you need to show them that despite the fur," he glances to Saidou, "or shadows, you're still just a person. Deeds, not words is the point. Lots to be said, little to be trusted. Especially on our first few hours through an out of the way village." With a shrug he turns back toward the path, "Perhaps we can tell the people about something interesting on the way back through, or show them something helpful, to garner trust. We may not be heroes to them, but if we do something that favours them at least you two shouldn't feel like outsiders anymore."