Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

Alya couldn't help but be a slow-poke. "It's so flat," she said again, still gazing around with wide blue eyes. The Great White was probably getting tired of hearing those words by then, but Alya was incapable of getting past that fact. Her whole life, she'd looked down on flat places and imagined she knew what it was like... but it was different being surrounded by the flatness. It was different when she was on it, and the newness of it all was making the dark princess a bit dizzy.

Having not yet noticed the stranger nearby, Alya assumed her father was speaking to her - she jumped at the sharp sound of his voice, wondering what she'd done this time to warrant such a scolding. Probably, she deserved it.

But he wasn't talking to her, and Alya stepped eagerly toward the dark wolf, a name on the tip of her tongue. But it wasn't Cypress, either, and the girl receded somewhat, feeling tense and anxious, now.