(Human Form)The little girl was playing alone on the playground, bouncing a ball up and down with a blank expression on her face. Her bright shock of turquoise hair stood out among the other inhabitants of the jungle gym. Perhaps this was why the other children steered clear of her. Or maybe it was her empty, expressionless eyes that had them giving the little girl a wide berth. Either way, it was hard to tell. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she idly bounced the ball up and down, her fathomless, empty eyes focused on the sidewalk in front of her. Two little ears twitched out of the mop of curly hair on top of her head, and if it hadn’t been for the adorable bow perched precariously above one of them, she might have, for all intents and purposes, looked much like a little boy.
With her baggy overalls and her unbalanced, unlaced shoes, she seemed a messy little hazard waiting to happen. But she instead focused on her ball and watched it bounce up and down, as though the sphere held some kind of magical secret she was bent on deciphering. Maybe, for her, it really did, but like all children, her attention span could only focus on one thing for so long. The sound of footsteps crunching in the bark carefully laid out to keep the older kids from getting anything more than a splinter caught her attention. The little girl preferred the sandy area, but that thought was only one of many that whizzed through her head as she stared at the Fenref and the kit. Her eyes watched, gaze lifting slowly, emptily, towards them, before she tilted her head. She could feel the excitement rolling off the kit.
Much like her twin, she was endowed with a strange power inherited from her mother, and from her grandparents. In the little girls’ case, it was the ability ton read and absorb thoughts and emotions. The excitement spilled off the kit like water, and greedily, the girl drank it up, the ball falling forgotten to the sidewalk as she strolled towards them.
“You're new,” she said blatantly, pointing at the kit and the Fenref with one imperious finger. She didn’t seem concerned with manners.
“I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name?” Seems like she got right to the point.
“How come you're so excited? It’s not like the playground is really fun. My papa says it’s like 'a death trap for children.' But I think that’s just ‘cuz he can’t play in the ball pen.”[1]
