She feared this centaur, her father said other people were bad. She stepped backwards, fighting with fear and curiosity. She had never  seen any others of her  own kind before. She had really never seen anybody but her  father. Her  world just had been  full of voices in the background, voices and sounds. She wanted to run away, get away before this other  did the awful things her  father said they would do. Yet, all she had said was hello. She did not take out a  weapon,she did not chase her. She wondered why her father was not like her. A small place in her mind said something was wrong. But since she was raised by him, he told her  he was her  father  even though they were different maybe that is what  was meant for parents and  children should be  like.But  seeing this other like her, raised questions in her.<br/>"What...what are you?"<br/>Zarilla pulled the shall closer, feeling cold though no chill was in the air. She had always thought she was like her  father, a human. But seeing you, maybe she was  whatever you were.