zuriela was a strange one. or, at least she felt most people looked at her as strange from time to time. she was quiet. she loved the ocean. she was okay being alone and seemed to prefer it some days. she spoke in a timid fashion. she was odd in these ways. or maybe she was normal and just felt like she was odd?

honestly she was not sure about that much. the child was, as one would expect, unsure of a lot. she was learning her place in this world still. would she be a wanderer that fought like byriath? would she find her place beside plexus with herbs? she had no idea. maybe she didn't have a place at all. maybe she would be useless to her group. that thought scared her a bit.

the pup was laying under a tree currently. having found an old book and was trying to shake her thoughts with some reading. only, she couldn't read. that much was clear on her face.

"speech"