Moonspear stuck in her daydream

The theory of transformation was one that was foreign to Vela. Having never heard the word, she scrunched her face to show her confusion as she looked to Charon. "Whats that?" Vela asked, not wanting to attempt to word that she was confident she'd butcher. Though context clues gave her indications to what it may mean, the eldest daughter waited for her father to elaborate. 

When asked to develop their image, due to the explanation that she was most likely the only one to see, Vela felt as though she had been bestowed with a fantastic power. Her expression shifted, her enchantment fading before the Alpha's eyes, as she turned to where the trolls were. Truth be told, Vela didn't even know what a troll looked like. But even with this disadvantage, she was somehow still able to see them. "Osprey is beautiful. Her pelt looks blue like the sky, but, somehow, it also looks like there are stars in her pelt." She paused briefly as her attention turned to the other Troll. "The other one is ugly. He looks like he's made of rocks and could crumble soon." Had he always been that way? Or was this a new development? Turning to Charon expectantly, she waited for what he had to say.