Human, Fae and Lords of the Fae- the latter being a class so different from the others that it might as well designate a separate species. The Fae Lords moved with sinuous elegance and hoarded power ordinary folk found painful, yet mesmerizing to watch, almost like a fiery plane crash. It had to hurt, but man, what a sight. Liana Sandoval presented her letter of appearance to the orderly at the gate, who scanned the bar code, matched it to the pads of her fingers, and waved her past the checkpoint into a small crowd of women. Uncertain of her surroundings- a government form letter didn’t normally imply party- Liana thought the lakeside beach looked like a Girl’s Night Out. And her memo to wear white must have been routed to the Spam folder. The fact that she would stand out in the wrong way in a khaki skirt and cap-sleeved blouse pissed her off and straightened her spine. She mentally smacked herself for being pissed off, because who cared how she dressed- no one said she wanted to be there in the first place.
