The first thing Jinayah noticed about the outside world was it's color. 

There was so much of it. All sorts of green, for the trees and grass. Reds, yellows, even purples for the flowers. The blue of the afternoon sky was pale and calm, with puffy white clouds like some sort of thick dust. Even the sun was brilliant white-gold, a color so strong it hurt her eyes to look toward it. 

She'd never realized there was so much beauty outside of the caves. Inside, in the dimness, things were deeper. Deep greens, plenty of browns, and all manner of gray and black. Her body suited the caves- her skin was rich, healthy and brown, her clothes were bat-leather black. Even her weapons, though shined to a prideful gleam, were gray. It was just what she was used to, and she didn't see a problem with it. 

Not until she reached her first town did she even realize she was different, and that was only because people were giving her strange looks. The women were muttering, pointing at her, glaring. She didn't know why. They were all dressed so strangely, too. Long shirts, and skirts to the ankles, in all sorts of colors. Why were they all so... bundled? It wasn't even cold outside, but they dressed as if it were winter. Maybe they were all ill? But they didn't look ill, just... angry. Why cover the skin so much? No one would know who they were... Her hand strayed to the complex, ritual scars on her torso, tracing the lines on her skin. Already she missed home.

She tried to brush off the feeling that she was out of place, and stepped into what seemed to be some kind of market. Just in time, too. She'd been walking since dawn, and was quite hungry. There was a cart before her, full of shiny red fruit. It looked appetizing. She reached in one of her belt pockets, removing a handful of glittering stones. Turning back to the shopkeeper (who was gazing at her midsection rather intently) she smiled and held them out.

“>[i]How much for the shiny redfruit?[/i]<”

(The little arrows indicate she's speaking Goblinese.)