Brisa smiled ruefully. It wasn't in her nature to spill folks' failings to other people's faces, but hey, who from Cibus would ever meet the inhabitants of Frontier Town? There was no actual reason to keep quiet.
"Y'all on Cibus have the most wonderful hospitality. Me an' the rest of Diyem's posse were strangers, an' strange ones at that, with strange auras an' strange behaviour. We've made social missteps, we've taken advantage of yer generosity, we've been good enough cause to feel some mistrust. But we've been made welcome here nonetheless, given homes, food, an' thanks.
"Back where I'm from, politeness is everythin', but compassion is ill-afforded to anyone who ain't been raised in the community. I'm not considered 'one of the local folks', 'cause my ma is from a nomad clan an' my pa is a human. Folks'll do business with me, but I ain't never been invited anywhere, been offered anyone's time, or given anythin' fer free. I gotta work twice as hard as a townie just to get a fair price fer my services, an' I have to do that, 'cause I can't charge innocents what need protectin' but ain't got coin t'pay fer it.
"That's the difference between this world an' mine. When you do the right thing here, even if you try to do right by people but fail, people will see you as someone with a good heart. Where I'm from, it don't matter how good yer intentions or how impressive yer results. If y'ain't the right type of person, you'll never be trusted. On Cibus . . . I feel like people treat each other fairly. People give me a chance."
Brisa decided to leave it there, on a positive note, rather than talk about the hangings.