"Pixies...they are so lovely..."<br/>she murmured, with a gasp of  awe in her  voice  at the creatures. Everything was so new to Zarilla. It was like she knew nothing about the world. It seemed she was in the dark about so many things. The only thing she knew was everyone but her father  was bad. And that was wrong, it was the other way around.<br/>"Oh..who is she? Your mother?"<br/>She knew nothing about falling in love, she didn't even know how babies were made. Her  world was her father. But she had always thought  that she must have a mother, a mother that looked like her. How she had figured  that when  all she knew was her  father,  well perhaps it was  instinct.<br/>"I doubt I could be more lovely then your mother, if she looks anything like you."