"Your world sounds complicated," Kellin said frankly. "But I can understand the magical and non-magical living apart; my people do as well, for the most part. The unblessed aren't usually comfortable with Cheysuli around. They tolerate my family because we rule, and because we don't all look the part."
He smiled wryly, looking down at his bare arms. "I lack the right skintone, and my eyes are green, not yellow. The Erinnish blood in me. We have throwbacks to blonde, too; my great-grandsire's mother was blonde, and it carries through."