“We left because people started to know who I am. If you stay in the same place too long, then people start to recognize you. The shop-keepers learn your name. They smile at you when you enter, and already know what to get for you, because they remember what you need.” “That’s a bad thing?” She nodded, still staring at the sky. “It’s worse when they think they’re your friend. Gawx, the viziers. They make assumptions. They think they know you, then start to expect things of you. Then you have to be the person everyone thinks you are, not the person you actually are.”
