Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Esma listened to the story very carefully, memorizing every detail of it. While she was not someone prone to boasting (quite the opposite - she did not believe herself being much good at anything), she had the ability to listen and remember. All those hours spent in her own world, coming up with imaginary conversations and coming up with various origin stories of things or events she did not fully understand, had sharpened her memory. To the point that she was already a sponge with nearly infinite capacity to collect information. The only things that were lacking were experience in analyzing it, understanding the context and interpreting the facts correctly. 

She enjoyed the story and liked the central character - turtle/tortoise - the alien reptile with a tough shell. She could easily see herself in that race and - oh - how she understood, what it meant to be slow and how difficult it was to keep on moving, when everyone else around you seemed to possess the speed and were able to move at a pace that Esma had hard time keeping up with. According to this story though - going at your own pace with your sight fixed on the goal ahead - was perfectly alright as well. "Where can you find them - the turtles?" she asked, thinking about the spirit animals and familiars and how wonderful it would be to have one with her. A pet, a friend, who was similar to you.