Sun'ali laid in her hammock and thought to herself.  The quiet of the early dawn the perfect opportunity as no one in the tribe had yet stirred, distracting her with their actions.  She had been increasingly aware the last couple of days that she was unlike the other children but had pushed it to the back of her mind when she let herself think of it at all.  A lot larger, but with a more delicate build. She knew it had to do with the difference in her parents.  Her father, the Chief, she remembered him vaguely. But what she did remember of him was as a huge presence when ever he looked in on her.  Her mother,  she knew nothing of, except what the others and Shorak chose to tell her.  A Sin'dorei, an elf. With hair as red as the liquid fires that seeped deep within the mountain, and a temper to match.  Her mother had fled though as soon as she had birthed the halfbreed. She had not been told, but when she grew up, she would find her mother and ask her the reason.<br/><br/>As with any child her age, even with the accelerated growth, her mind soon was distracted with the next thought of playing in the raptor pens. A whole new clutch had been hatched the other day and they were still clumsy and filled with energy enough to match the growing troll girl.  She had grown particularly fond of the largest in the clutch. A bright orange, and one that seemed a bit more intelligent then it's clutch mates.  It would work out the path the girl seemed to take and meet her, no matter which direction she took, while it's smaller mates would hover near each other and then flee with squeaks and grunts as Suki played Predator to their prey.  She would giggle and sit down, her pockets full of raw meat in apology to them for giving them such a start, the small raptors climbing all over her as young dogs would for her attention and the food she offered. The bigger one, standing nearby, already having been given it's share when it had found her *hiding place*.  The whispers she heard spoke of this young raptor's egg being laid by the same dam that had laid the egg of her father's favorite war mount. The giant black male as intelligent as it was ferocious.<br/><br/>A sound from the other side of the small cave that was Shorak's home caused her to giggle.  Her *uncle* was snoring and as her vivid blue eyes adjusted to the darkness on that side of the cave she grinned mischievously.  He was half hanging out of his hammock, one leg and arm dragging upon the stone floor.  Perfect playground for that nest of rock spiders she had found the night before. Now if she could only figure out how to get them from there... to here.  She was still giggling as she rolled from her own hammock, only to frown as she looked down at her clothing.  She had grown... again.. over night and what had been almost to big for her when she went to sleep, was now snug and looked two sizes to small.  She sighed, almost forgetting the prank she had been planning, though another loud snort from Shorak quickly brought her attention back to the task at hand as with another giggle she ran out of the small cavelet and into the main hall of the larger cavern that the tribe called home.<br/><br/>Finding the small circular webbed nest, about the size of a coconut, was not a problem, and with a bit of cloth torn from her clothing she plugged the holes and clutched the nest to her. The movements she made causing the normally nocturnal insect like creatures inside to wake up, the sound of their clicks and squees just audible to her sensitive ears. Sneaking quietly back into Shorak's cave, though from the sounds he was making it was obvious quiet stealth would not be needed, she did try very hard to muffle her giggling, she placed the nest just under his ankle where his foot dragged the ground, pulling the cloth from one hole, she sat back on her haunches and watched, as the first of the spiders scurried their way from the nest and in their panic and the unfamiliar area, they started for the closest thing they could climb in their path to safety.  That, coincidentally, being the leg of one sprawled out, snoring quite loudly, sleeping witchdoctor.  Soon as about half the nest would have made its hurriedly way up his leg, she was unable to contain her giggling any longer and with out worrying about the end results already picturing his fumbling awake in her mind she scurried out of the cavelet and through the cavern to make her way out and to the raptor pens.  A particularly large orange raptorlet already on its way to meet her and get the first larger share of the raw meat she snagged from the closest fire she had passed.<br/><br/>Any who saw her would perhaps wonder at the silly grin upon her face as she ran by them and would wonder who her mischievous mind had made a target of her pranks this time.  And perhaps... they would have some small sympathy for said target.