Zarilla looked over  at her, blinking. That must  be it, her father  must of used magic  to make her  like what  she looked like. Yet she never  knew her  mother. Perhaps her  mother was  like her? But really, she  did not know of the need  to have  a mother to make a child. The knight had never  taught her about the birds and  the  bees. He feared what  he  did would make her seek a male of her kind.<br/>"I am all human, I am  like my father."<br/>Though, her voice  sounded unsure.<br/>"My name is Zarilla."<br/>She flicked her ears, scared  by the voice in her mind. She had  never had  anyone speak to her in  that manner before.<br/>"How, How did you do that? What makes you think someone been lying to me? The only person I know is my father. He would never lie to me!"<br/>Meeting this  other  made  her think things she never  thought before, that her  father may be  a liar. Maybe this is what he meant  about others being dangerous. Someone that would make her  question the beliefs  she had  after all these years of her  life.