New York City, Present Day
A teenage girl wearing a navy hoodie strolled through a side street. Most people would be rather concerned about this. Allie wasn't.
She adjusted her hood slightly, making sure her ears were hidden. She appeared human to any onlookers, and wanted to keep it that way. Her wings were safely hidden - she'd managed to dematerialize them, with a lot of tinkering with her magic - and blue hair wasn't exactly that abnormal, so the only thing that could raise alarms were her pointed ears. She didn't go to Earth schools, so that wasn't a concern.
She wasn't supposed to be here - hell, she wasn't even supposed to be on this planet. She was supposed to be dead. She'd gotten extremely lucky when she was exiled. If she'd landed anywhere with hostilities towards her species - which, considering how elusive and difficult to find they were, as well as their powers and their value to interstellar races, was incredibly likely - she'd have been dead in seconds, or worse. She was certain the Grand Council had known this.
Fortunately enough, she had landed on earth. Though she hadn't known much about humanity at first, she'd soon realized that though they were dangerous to her, they were remarkably oblivious to the rest of the universe. Any other race would have easily been able to see through her facade.
Of course, Allie didn't take any of this seriously. She was just as bouncy and bubbly as usual, despite being jaded.