It had always seemed strange that she had relative peace at home. Calls at her door were rare, authorities had never visited, and yet it was not particularly hidden and was visible in plain view. Things were most commonly missed in plain sight anyway, hidden among the everyday and mundane, too often looked at in only the way it was most perceived. It had always surprised her that she had little need for disguises, as well.
Going out to the main villages or the city had never gotten her in any real trouble. Sure, people noticed, but there was never much danger to it beside the occasional threat thrown at her, the only exception being her brother's partner. Harsh words were often shoved in her face, and frequenting the markets was usually troublesome and time-consuming. Basically, there was so little to fear despite that she was almost always being watched. Most did not want to get mixed in with her for fear of retaliation, but she just saw people as lacking an open mind, lacking the ability to accept her for who she was.
Remina saw herself as normal. She lived a fairly uneventful life socially, to her great dismay, but she was working on that. She did small-time hunting to make enough to support herself comfortably nowadays, but that wasn't glamorous enough for her. Most of her time, though, was filled with daydreams instead of bettering herself in some way.
Today she was spending time in the city. As far as her own meals were concerned, pickings were becoming slim, enough that she was beginning to wonder if she would have to move to be able to sustain herself on what she wanted. She had hope for now, though, that she could scout out some new spot to hunt in as she was becoming bored of game and livestock.
She didn't think she looked so suspicious being out in the daytime like this, though, attempting to blend in as any other heading to the markets with her basket on her arm empty save for the handkerchief lining the bottom. Quite frankly she was very bored today and looking for anything that might entertain her while she went around like this, trying to blend in; even kicking a pebble around would suffice. She thought she looked as normal as any other in a long, deep burgundy dress with no frills and a black scarf tied into her hair, but she could not hide her eyes. For this she was wary of being recognized for what and who she was but besides that it was just an ordinary day with the ordinary problems that came with being herself.
The most upsetting fact about that was the loss of her cat. Again. She figured she would turn up sooner or later, as usual, but even being a cat demon herself she could never understand why the other variety never wanted to be around her or anyone else for very long. At least this one had been returning more often than not, so for that she considered her her own and she would be keeping an eye out for her today in the hopes of plucking her from wherever she'd wandered to and bring her back to the warm, snuggled safety of her home.