Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"Just the surface," Osprey explained. Now that she gave a second thought - maybe it was not, what others saw, but how much they actually did, how much they needed. "The childish one, the carefree one, always happy and optimistic... I don't know, part of me is all of those things and yet... that's not all," she shrugged. In the end it was hard to pinpoint, what had caused her to feel like that. The only thing she was sure about was that it existed.

"I am a bit disappointed in Saena too, for she can't see past the fact that I was gone for a while. In the light of all the good things that I have done, being disowned for this doesn't feel fair," Osprey said. She could pretend and say that Saena's opinion didn't matter in any way to her, that if the girl wanted to hold a grudge against her, she could do it. That she was the child, who had no idea, what the life was and what challenges it held for each one of them. But Osprey also couldn't deny that it was not pleasant to live in a pack, if you knew that someone hated you.

"What is it like for you? To be seen as someone you are not?" she asked.