Mera thought for a moment, listening to the ambient sounds of walking, talking, and nature.  "Not that I can think of, no.  I haven't heard anything with your name.  But I don't keep up with rumors.  And neither should you," she chided gently.  "Rumors are just so, and shouldn't be fed.  Ignore them and they'll eventually stop treating you like you're different.  You know I don't tolerate prejudice here.  And don't be afraid to let me know if someone is bullying you.  This isn't high school.  I don't tolerate cliques, and I don't tolerate exonerating our fellow community members."  Mera's face softened.  "I don't want you to feel like an outcast just because you're not a mutant, Orya.  I like you.  You work hard and you keep up.  You're useful, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."  She smiled; she couldn't help it.  This girl reminded her so much of her younger sister.  It was hard not to hold Orya so dear.  She smiled wider.  "Come on, let's go start some trouble.  I bet I can scare the pants off of the gardeners.  I've been practicing my prairie dog form."  With a laugh, she took Orya's hand and skipped forward.