Tales of the Ice Harpy from Glacia

"Well, don't ask me. I expect we'll be hammering this out over months, probably. Hopefully we'll figure out how to make them play nice." Dinah grimaced. "The only way I can deal with some of the Blood is to remind myself they're aliens. Xenophobic aliens with a moribund culture that was established fifty thousand years ago. It's beyond class, it's biology. You're born male or female, into a caste, with a certain Jewel strength. And everyone's expectations of you are based on that. Except if you're a landen, they don't expect jack from you." She frowned. "Or a half-Blood, and wow, are they wrong about how that works. Not that we can explain that to them... maybe we need to find some half-Bloods to help prove to them that it's not as black and white as they think."